“It was my proudest moment”. Write about a time when you felt like this.
“Somewhere behind the athlete you have become, the intensive and grueling hours of practice,
the coaches who push you, and the fans who cheer for you, is the little girl who fell in love with
the sport and has never looked back since. Play for her,” my coach exhorted me Cooley, as I
got ready for the battle ahead, the National Marathon Olympiads.
Borning with an extraordinary physical strength, I was a star that shone brightly in the night sky.
Nobody doubted that I would have a bright and promising future. It was almost as if ethereal
angels sang praises for me from the divine above. A prodigy was what I was and what I was
expected to become. An ample collection of trophies and medals were my identity and hence,
wining this competition was no exception. Eventually, my months of perseverance and training
would definitely pay off.
As the referee blew the momentous whistle, I charged forward like a fierce predator preying for
its finishing line. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for a miracle, for a legend to break
the ancient record. My speed was incredibly high, pushing me forward to the first runner so far.
The race was no longer between me and other athletes but between me and myself in the past.
The desire to set a new high record lit up brightly within me, impelling me to accomplish feats I
would never otherwise have achieved. I was born to run a marathon. I was born to race. I was
born to win. Glancing at the overwhelmingly vast stadium with numerous anticipated spectators,
my unshakable determination was now more tangible than ever. I could not let them down. Not
for the world!
Out of the blue, there was a tall fence that gradually came clear into my sight as if it had been
waiting for the right moment to defeat me. The same lightning speed that had propelled me so
far now became my greatest hindrance. An insidious fear crept slowly into me, like a snake
slithering stealthily into my very gut as the proximity of me and the fence became rapidly closer.
Pangs of anxiety rose in my heart as an icy cold hand gripped the veins that pulsated on my
neck. My heart constricted with fear as I faced the possibility of an embarrassing fall. I wanted to
scream, wishing that the time would stop. I wanted to curse the cruel speed that had put me in
this deadly trouble.
However, the truth was always harsh despite my attempt to avoid it. The fall was obvious and
inevitable, breaking both my once sturdy bones and my once a bold heart. An unbearably cold
stream of water washed over me, leaving me with great sorrow, for the future ahead had
shattered into millions pieces of regrets. Tears scrolled down my rosy cheeks as an immense
grief engulfed me completely. It was over…
Then I heard her.
”Do not give up! Finish the race!”Her reassuring voice firmly riveted on me, and the driving force
that lay behind this voice of hers gripped me with an intensity that I could never fathom. Having
gained a surge of confidence, my battered spirit was stilled finally, as that moment of epiphany
dawned on me. I had to stay strong regardless. The resilience that had accompanied me
through years of competitive running did not let me down this time.
I slowly but steadily stand up, mustering all of my power. No matter what the result was now, I
must finish the race, at all costs. It was the most crucial part of being a genuine athlete. My
determination was so strong that it drowned down any groan of my bones in agony and the
hysterical laughters at my awkward run. It was as if the universe existed only with me and a
marathon. Never had I been more proud than now for I did not give up.
With renewed vigor, I proudly crossed the finishing line. I was definitely not the champion of the
race but I had triumphed over myself, over all doubts and disheartening moments, The
unyielding resoluteness, that firm, irrevocable force of courage broke out like a lion from its den,
forceful and strong, yet ironically stoic and immovable. I was enlightened that victory was not
just about being the first, about winning all the trophies and medals. Victory also meant the
quiet denial of one’s plight to rise above the circumstance - to see beyond the pouring rain the
rainbow beyond…
