A NARRATIVE TEXT (Yaiza)

A NARRATIVE TEXT
At the moment I'm not very athletic, but there was a time when I used to compete in athletics races. My old school, Maristas, organized the Olympic Games with the other Maristas’s institutes of Catalonia every year in Montjuic. They organized prior tests annually to decide who was going to compete, I went all four years. My specialty was middle distance although one year I competed in relays. Three of the four years I won medal, but I remember one silver medal in particular.

I was 14 years and this year I had trained hard to win. At the start I was very quiet, but as soon as they told me I had to go to run, I started to get very nervous. While I trained on the track, I began to breathe deep and calm myself down and then I started running. When the race finished I thought I had won, but after a while, the judges said to me that another girl had passed me by a millisecond. I was furious.

Now I think that although I had not won, I’m proud of all the effort I made and of the fact that I won the silver medal, because now I don’t lift a finger even to go to school. I would like to have the sporting spirit, but over the years, doing sports is more and more demanding.