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Lucy Buchmayr - Personal Narrative Template 1
Lucy Buchmayr - Personal Narrative Template 1
Lucy Buchmayr
Ms. Michko
Block F
5/7/24
Personal Narrative
The sound of gasping erupts through the crowd, cringing as I skid across the red, rubbery
track which felt like sandpaper against my skin. I didn’t know what was worse—the pain of my
raw, bloody burns, or the embarrassment of falling in front of hundreds of people watching the
State Finalist hurdle race. But I knew this could happen. My coaches never guaranteed that I
wouldn’t fall, that I wouldn’t embarrass myself, or that I wouldn’t lose. What they told me was
that I needed to sprint my fastest anyway, even if it would make my fall that much harder.
I used to dislike my doctor, Dr. Spencer, because I thought she was heartless. She was
like my mirror, only to the things I couldn’t see. She wasn’t afraid to show me the abnormal, the
imperfect, or the ugly. “This might pinch,” she said as she stuck needles that contained little
microphones up and down my legs. “This might be loud,” she said before wheeling me into the
MRI machine I would spend the day in. “This might not work,” she said as she handed me the
brace that I would spend the next 5 years living in. I remember this moment vividly because it
was a moment that shattered my hope. “Why was I devoting 14 hours of my life every single day
to something I hated without the guarantee of it working?” I asked myself. The only emotions I
felt at this time were fear, exhaustion, and frustration. Despite the anger I felt, I continued to
devote this time to my brace because I had grown to trust Dr. Spencer. I trusted her not because
of her intelligence, not because she had been my doctor since the moment I entered the world,
but because of the unwavering honesty she showed me throughout my entire health journey.
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Even though I used to despise her honesty, I have learned to appreciate every hard truth that she
has told me. I was able to grow the confidence to look at all sides of a situation and chose to look
I wore the brace for 1825 days, 43,800 hours. With each passing day wearing the brace,
the less I seemed to focus on the negatives. I began to ignore the numbness in my legs and the
jokes my friends made. Even though I still had my ups and downs, it ultimately became
completely insignificant to who I am. I realized that you have a choice in how you view your
experiences. Similar to looking in a mirror where you have the ability to chose how you view
yourself despite your flaws and imperfections. I now know that this is also true about how you
view your life. You can focus on the hurdles, the imperfections, and the uncertainty, or you can
focus on the possibility of having wins, weather they may small or large.
I found myself once again standing at the starting line of the All State Championship
hurdle race last week, just 4 months after my previous falling disaster. I was ranked 18th but
somehow still made the finals, making my the nerves higher and my head spin twice as fast. This
fact cannot help but sit in the back of my mind. Regardless of these negative thoughts, I was
preparing myself to give this race every last thing I had, and remember what my coaches told
me. “Fast out the blocks, don’t let up.” The ref raised his gun. “On your mark,” he said. I got into
my down position knowing that I was racing against the best girls in the state. “Set,” As soon as I
heard the gun shoot I sprinted, gaining speed with each step. I didn’t look at the hurdles, not even
once, I instead trusted the practice I had with the rhythmic pattern of steps. The funny thing is I
never remember my thought process during the race, but I sure do remember the feeling after. I
had not fallen, not embarrassed myself, not even lost. I had PRed—a win to every track runner.
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In this moment I was glad that my fear of falling didn’t overcome my mind and body. I have
those that support me in my life to thank; my coaches, teachers, parents, and yes, Dr. Spencer.