RACE IN SECONDARY SCHOOL
One of the most intriguing periods of my life was growing up. I made an effort and worked hard to identify my potential and the things that bring me the most joy, happiness, and fulfillment.
At the devotion ground, early on a cold Monday morning. Following his customary greetings, announcements, and advice, our principal made his way to the podium and told us about the inaugural school INTER-HOUSE SPORTS COMPETITION that would take place as soon as possible.
We were all excited and happy since we could not wait for it. We were optimistic that one day our school would follow suit because so many other schools in the vicinity were. Yes, it was time to show off our abilities.
It was time to show the world what we are most capable of.
I was chosen to participate in the race competition for the Yellow House at the start of the inter-house sports competition practice. Even though I wasn't sure if I would be able to keep up the pace and consistency, I was nonetheless excited about it.
However, I seized the warm moment and made the audacious move. We were therefore informed of the number of meters we needed to cover on the first practice day.
Everyone, including my rivals, prepared for the sound of the drum to signal the start of the move. When the booming drum sound was heard, we all started to embark on the race. As the runner-up, I placed second.
Had it not been for the exceptional skill of the red house boy/representative, I would have easily defeated him as the runner-up.
I had to persevere so hard to avoid finishing last because I was already ahead of other competitors in the race, but I found that by the middle of the race, my strength had run out and I had run out of reserves to continue the race. I became fatigued and collapsed, struggling to breathe.
To get me back on my feet, the school medical team raced to the scene and gave me an enormous amount of glucose and an energy drink. And I was taken out of the field. That's how I dropped out of that race competition.
RACE, SPEED & FOOTBALL
I quit on everything related to racing after my experience in that particular race. Even in my early football career, I was a very excellent attacker, but my lack of speed prevented me from keeping up in counterattack situations. I subsequently decided to focus on goalkeeping, where I excelled because it didn't require as much pace or running.
CONCLUSION
Even though my participation in the inter-house sports tournament was difficult and didn't go as expected, I learned a lot about patience, hard work, and self-discovery from the experience. I discovered that rather than continuing to live in dread/fear, it is acceptable to attempt new things and take chances, even if they don't turn out as planned or expected. In addition, I developed a fresh enthusiasm for goalkeeping, which helped me succeed in my football career. Even though I didn't win, the experience made me a stronger and more determined young man, and I'm thankful I had the chance to run in the race. I don't race much these days, but I love to watch it, and it makes me happy to see people succeed in areas where I'm not perfect.
Thank you very much for reading.
As a French lover, I'll say
Au Revoir (Goodbye)