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my past eaasys part1
I am gonna put my essay which I wrote in last semester to review by myself.
This blog are not only for reviewing my footprints, but it also means to study writing skills by myself.

I wrote this essay below in composition class. I made up stories partially. Of course, most parts of the story were true, but some weren’t. ha-ha.


The Miracle of Red Tasuki

At that moment, tears rolled down my cheeks by themselves, and I and my teammates exploded in joy with our fists outstretched to the heaven. One day eight years ago, I attended the national long-distance road relay competition with my teammates, and we experienced one miracle. The existence of tasuki and my friends gave me the miracle, this I will never experience such a miracle ever again in the future. I want to introduce my wonderful memory, which tasuki gave me, with my classmates.
I guess only a few people know about tasuki and about how important it is for long-distance relay runners. Tasuki is Japan’s name of the sash of cloth which long-distance road relay runners wear across their chests while they run. In road relay, we pass the sash from the first runner all the way to the anchor, the last runner. It was only a sash of cloth, but, for me, it had a special meaning. Furthermore, I am certain my experience, through that tasuki, will stay in my mind and will be my guideline for my entire life. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it gave me the idea of how I should walk throughout my life.
In my junior high school, I belonged to the track team as a long-distance runner, and we practiced almost everyday at the school ground for an annual national competition. The competition had been held every year on December among the 40 teams, all of which survived regional preliminaries held throughout Japan. We had won the regional eliminations 13 years in a row. Until our final year, however, my school had been beaten 25 years in a row by just one school that was famous all over the country. When I look back now, in our final year, we practiced with desperation for our earnest desire to beat that team.
But, our ace runner, Kenji, injured his lower back just one month before the competition. “No. What are we are going to do? What should we do?”(Tanaka). one of my teammates muttered in truncated sentences.
I remember that all who heard about his injury looked down with disappointment. His influence on our team was so strong; it would not be an exaggeration to say that our chance to beat that team depended on his condition. Next day, we started to practice without him as usual. But I felt lost because he was not only our ace runner, but he also had been my best friend in junior high school. Even our coach looked disappointed. After that, I, who was vice captain at that time, headed up the team instead of him who was our captain. We practiced everyday for our last competition, but, at that time, I guess nobody thought that we would beat that team. In that worst situation, tasuki saved us and gave us a strong bond of solidarity.
One weekend, we went to practice as usual and saw someone was running on the school grounds. “Who is he?” one of my friends said. It was Kenji. We all ran up to him with joy because we all thought he recovered from his injury. But we realized we were wrong. He was running with crying. He stopped and told us he could not make it for the competition because of the pain. We realized that he cried not for joy that he could run, but for regret not being able to participate in the competition.
During our practice, he sat in the center of the school ground and saw us in silence. After the practice, we usually had a meeting. He was in our meeting circle. Suddenly he began to speak. I will never forget his words:
I am so sorry but I can not make it in time for the last competition. But I believe “we” will win the game. Remenber? How much we practiced? How far we have run together since becoming teammates? Which teams have better teamwork than us? Of course I regret a lot. But, it is too late to think. I will support you guys as much as I can. (Kenji)
After saying so, he gave us the red tasuki, the sash. On tasuki, there were all of our names embroidered with yellow color.
On race day, we had a meeting as usual. After our coach’s advice, he told us that we would win, and asked us to go in and win for Kenji (Kenji). The first runner wore the tasuki, and finally the race began with the whistle. I was the anchorman instead of our captain, Kenji, and I waited until tasuki came to my points. Wonder of wonder, our team came first to my points. I noticed how the previous runners did their best when I took over our tasuki from the former runner and began to run. I felt the weight of it. I felt as if not only former runner’s sweat was in tasuki, but Kenji’s feeling and all teammate’s desires were in our tasuki. I ran all the way to the goal wearing my teammate’s feeling in order not to be overtaken by other runners. Finally, I raced to the finish line where my best friends and all other teammates were waiting me. After I reached the finish line, we exploded in joy shaking our fists in the air. At the same time, I felt the tasuki was losing its weight and it turned back to only a cloth. After Kenji got the cup from the championship organizer, I noticed that tears rolled down his cheeks. At the same time, the audience and other teams burst into applause. Since then, our first victory has been called “the miracle of red tasuki”.
Our red tasuki is still on the wall of our club room. It might be only one red cloth for others. But, for us, it has a special meaning. I am certain that the miracle, the power of friends, and the weight of tasuki that I felt that time will last in my mind forever.
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