Race Entry is an online race registration company that supports students of all disciplines who pursue self-improvement and enhanced health through race preparation and participation. Annually Race Entry is offering a $500 scholarship to the winner of our annual “Race to Inspire” essay contest. Many people have different reasons for running in a race. We want to hear & share your inspiring story.
Participants must be able to verify enrollment for college at an accredited university inside the USA during the fall semester of the same year the essay is submitted.
Whether you ran a 5K, 10K, half marathon, or marathon, write a short essay explaining what inspired you to run, what challenges you faced, and what you learned through the experience. Prepare an essay sharing your race story between 1,000 and 2,000 words in length. Send your essay to email@example.com with “Race to Inspire – Scholarship” in the subject line – All applications must be submitted between January 1 and August 15 to be included in the contest of the same year. The contest winner will be notified on or before October 1.
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Everything hurt: my heart, my mind, my legs, my neck. It felt easier to lay in bed or stare blankly at the computer screen at work than exert any kind of effort into- well, anything. My only sister had died suddenly of an accidental overdose. Worse, a court case was becoming involved. I despaired, certain that the pain was going to be unending. Navigating grief while also living with bipolar II disorder made me into a ball of frayed nerves. I went to therapy. I was outspoken about my struggles and tried to reach out to others. Still, I felt incredibly alone, and nothing I did made me feel anything. I was unhappy in my relationship; my job felt like a dead end; I was slowly realizing, through the haze of grief, that my life felt despondent. For a long time in my life I felt like I deserved to be unhappy. But my sister’s death was what truly broke my back. I could no longer accept these horrible feelings as being a constant. As odd as it sounds, it took losing my only sister to realize that I only have one shot at life. And here I was, stuck in a cycle that was both comfortable and hurtful. Slowly, I felt like I was waking up and clearing my mind of what my depressed brain told me. I deserved to be happy. In February 2019, I finally found the strength to change. I broke off my engagement, moved back into my parents’ home, and applied to go back to college after a four-year hiatus.View Full Text
To run is to feel. Or at least that was the reasoning I presented to my mother when she demanded to know why I kept skipping school to roam and wander the dilapidated corners of my hometown. Being that it was the middle of my junior year in high school and my family was already 4 months into homelessness, I found myself desperate to objectify the muddled feelings I had brewing and bubbling deep within me. Spending 4 months in a roach infested, trifling, and insufferable motel with bold pedophiles, domestic violence, blatant child abuse/neglect, and thieves was enough to make any sane individual want to scream or run as far away as possible no matter the consequences. However, there were strict policies in the motel against any “rambunctious or suspicious” behavior. This meant that you weren’t allowed to be loud with excitement or spend your time laughing into the night with your many brothers and sisters or yell out in pain from an injury. If you expressed yourself in any way someone would come pounding on your door with a solemn PROMISE they would have you kicked out by the morning. As if the pressures of being in the International Baccalaureate program weren’t enough, every day I was tormented by the fact that my family was one noise complaint away from quite literally living on the streets – no matter if we had been coughing up the $200 it took to stay in our cramped one room space (who knew how expensive it was to be homeless!).View Full Text
Running was an activity I did not enjoy. It took a long time, it was hot and sweaty, and I was miserable. My eighth-grade year, to my horror and dismay, my coach placed me in the two miles purely to torture me (actually, she thought I would be good at it, but oh! The horror!). I did a decent job, but I was miserable! I vowed to never run more than four-hundred meters every again.View Full Text
“If it doesn’t challenge you, it won’t change you.” Those are the words that continue to inspire and motivate me as I complete my lofty goal of running a half marathon in every state and Washington, DC. Over the past five years, I have run 15 half marathons, as well as numerous 5Ks and 10Ks. From the Golden State of California, to the peachy-keen state of Georgia, I have seen some truly amazing places. With 36 half marathons left, and an average of 3 half marathons per year, I am well on track to finishing my goal by 2029.View Full Text
The outdoors has always played a large role in my life, whether in Webelos Scouts, on my own, or with the US Navy for ten years. Thus far, I have used my military training to educate myself, make myself healthy, and make myself strong. However, there is an outdoor experience of mine that did involve being in good shape, overcome hardship, and adapt to obstacles. I also did not get any award for this experience as I did in the military, yet it has had a more profound impact on who I am than any other single event in my life. It’s the 2nd Annual Wildcat Warrior 5k in the nice little town of Manhattan Kansas from Kansas State University which includes a tour past the war memorials all the way through campus.View Full Text
“Fight! No matter what happens in the next 24 hours I want you to fight and never give up. You hear me?” Those were the words whispered to me on November 4, 2013, and they have forever shaped the last year of my life. You see, that was the day I was rolled back into an operating room for a gastric bypass surgery. Everyone was scared of what would happen once I came out of surgery. The doctor was preparing everyone for the possibility I would wind up in the ICU for a couple days or longer. It was a surgery that, not only saved my life, but gave me a new body and a new lease on life. I never went to the ICU. Though I had no major complications from the surgery and my recovery was a breeze, that comment about fighting has stuck with me this last year. It has become my motivation and my credo. No matter what happens, each and every day I need to fight. I need to fight to get my body back.View Full Text
Movement is naturally essential to life, especially in health. My family likes to explore movement by playing sports and participating in charity walks together. I have been running and walking in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure, De-FEET Breast Cancer 5K Run/Walk, JDRF Walk to Cure Diabetes, and the American Diabetes Association’s STEP OUT Walk to Stop Diabetes since before I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes and Graves’ Disease at the age of 13. Movement is not just important to life in general, but it is also important to my life and well-being, and I intend to share that with the world through my art.View Full Text