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All focused, drank their sips of water, and did their final stretching with their eyes on the finish line. It was an exciting affair as every heartbeat could be heard as loudly as if amplifiers were attached to everyone’s chests. The pistol shot in the air and the race had begun. This paper is a narrative about a race and helps to describe the kind of emotions and feelings that go through a person while fighting for a losing battle and then ending up winning it.
Recalling a feeling of winning is an exciting emotion that sets one’s adrenaline, literally on fire. Very few in the crowd had faith in the fact that I would make it to the podium and win a medal; however, believing in oneself is all that is required in order to win anything at all in life. Crossing the finishing line milliseconds after the first medal was won made me feel on top of the world like I had achieved all there was in the world to accomplish. Having the silver medal given to me gave me the confidence in myself of winning any and every race that I was thrust into later in life as well and proved to be one of the most fruitful experiences I have ever undergone during the course of my lifetime.
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