Friday, August 24, 2012

Treacherous Race

“Bang!” The clappers slammed and everyone was off. Jogging a steady pace I was passing people one by one. Once I got further up ahead a lot of kids were behind me.

Mud started to splatter on my legs then I heard squelching as I ran across the gross, gooey grass. I looked down at my shoes and they were soaked with dirt and water. It was a struggle to run across the mud as it felt like I was running on ice.

Once I passed the bridge the track looked treacherous. “So many steps,” I thought to myself I was gasping for breath as I carried on running. Determination and perseverance made me finish the track.

“Yes,” I shouted as I had finally completed the track. With aching muscles I saw Brooklyn fall so I went over to help her. “Are you alright?” I asked her, “No my leg hurts,” she replied in agony. While still helping Brooklyn she said she was alright to carry on by herself.

With a burst of speed I passed the finish line with pride. Walking to the water fountains I was so glad that I completed the course. I saw my friends and they look exhausted. I was happy with myself and thought I did good for my last year.

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