Falcon 5K (my personal narrative for school)

for the assignment it had to be between 200 and 300 words so a lot was cut out of my original draft I'll probably pur that up later.

Have you ever been extremely nervous? I have, it was before a race and considering that there would be people watching, a timer, and I’d actually be competing, you could say I was nervous. It started one night when my dad told me about the Falcon 5K race at Divine Child. The first 150 runners to complete the five kilometer (3.1 mile) race throughout the neighborhood receive a medal. The top three runners are awarded money.
I awoke early on the day of the race, and Marie drove us over to D.C. after picking up my cousin, Erica. Once inside I registered, and then stretched with Marie and Erica’s cross-country team.
When we finally lined up for the race I was bursting with anticipation. At last the gun sounded and everyone full out sprinted for the first hundred yards trying to gain good positioning. I also sprinted, but only for fear of being trampled.
Once everyone achieved a steady pace, the runners were more spread out. I tried staying with Marie and for a while it seemed like I was falling behind her. Then I hit a burst of speed and passed her. I didn’t expect it to last. I kept imagining her catching up, but she never did.
I was surprised at how fast my pace was, but it was ingrained in my brain and muscles and I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. From then on I just kept running and followed the people in front of me like I was told. Gradually I came across the one mile mark, then the second.
I could now taste my breakfast on my breath. Gross, but I was almost finished. I still hadn’t seen Marie so I figured she must’ve snuck past me.
Finally, the end came into view. I could see a big clock counting up. I tried running faster but I didn’t have much energy left. I saw my time as I passed: 25:49. That was a great time, especially for my age.
Afterwards I couldn’t find Marie. It turned out that she hadn’t finished until after I did! I couldn’t believe I beat her, but what mattered most to me right then was that clutched in my hand was a medal.
And to think that I had been nervous!