When I was little I loved running, I still do. The wind hitting your face, the whooshing sound in your ear, it’s amazing. I honestly thought I was blessed with super speed like the Flash for many years in my childhood. So, when my Tio Danny saw my passion for running, he began to go running with me on hiking trails and at his school. He would even sign me up for mini races at Lincoln High School when I was about 5 years old. Every time he would ask my mom to take me out, I would explode with joy. I would feel so happy and excited. Running was probably one reason I became so competitive. So, when my elementary school announced, “We will be beginning a Track and Field team, coached my Mr. Rivera and Ms. Lopez”, I was ecstatic. It was a dream …show more content…
I was electrified and nervous and very tense all at the same time. I was ready for victory or whatever came next. Once we got out of the car and onto the field, my mom grabbed me into a hug and said, “I am so proud of you…Now go and try your best.” Once I had said my “See you later”s and “Wish me luck”s, I made my way to the center of the field where my team was and the meet began.

As the meet began my coach, Mr. Rivera told us the schedule of the contests and when he said, “The Mile Race is at 1:30 p.m.” , I began to stretch and support my other team members in their contests. My team had won a few contests by the middle of the meet, with third and second, but only one first which was kind of a bummer. But all throughout the beginning of the meet my anxiousness was building up. I began to get more nervous and excited, so to relax I took place in an extra event, the 100 yard dash which really got my blood flowing and reduced my …show more content…
About 10 to 15 feet away my friend, Naiyestle who also participated in the Mile Race for my school was just finishing the race, when she fall to the ground. No matter how tried I was, I got up and ran towards her. I was the second person to get there after my coach. When I got a glace at her face she turning blue and clutching her throat. After a while of gasping she muttered, “Asthma”, in a low cracky voice. And with that we knew she was having an asthma attack. We all knew she had asthma but we had no idea where her inhaler was so my first guess was her mom. Thus began to ran to the opposite side of the field and up the bleachers and on the forth row, I found Naiyestle’s mother. I quickly said out of breathe, “Do...you know….where...Naiyestle’s...inhaler is.” Right after my words faded, Naiyestle’s mother’s eyes widened and said, “It in her backpack, is she okay!” But I had no time to answer, so as soon as I heard her answer, I ran down the bleacher to the center of the field where all are belongings were. As soon as I saw her Nick bag, I grabbed it and ran to where Naiyestle land on the floor. Once I arrived I handed the bag to Naiyestle and she scrambled through it like a tornado, until her hands fall upon her inhaler. She grasped it with both hand and took a deep breathe into it. After a few gasps and uses of her inhaler and she was good as new. Shortly after her mother arrived after jogging from here seat in the