With my feet squishing around in the mud, I peered down, already covered in dirt and mud. “On your mark” Mr Burt shouted, I instantly stood up straight.. “Get set” my eyes looked around at the ready girls. “Go!”. Everyone darted towards the first cone, jostling to get there first. All I’m thinking about is what to do. Should I sprint? Should I jog? Just taking easy was the key, I slowed down and kept myself at a good pace.
The scorching sun shone on my face, I felt like an ant being burnt with a magnifying glass. A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead. Coming up to the tight gate, I squeezed through with a couple of other girls.
Heavily breathing, I listened to the girls behind me huffing puffing. Running through the mud, it splattered all over my legs and clothes. I could feel the mud in between my toes, it irritated me. I felt my heart thumping against my chest about to burst out.
Running past the teachers and Service Academy boys really pushed me because of their encouragement. My ankles started to get sore, my legs were like jellies now. Every time I took a step, I felt like I was carrying two tons. “Almost there!” I thought. Suddenly, I realized I had to do two laps. Great! I carried on my second lap aching and tired.
“FINALLY!!” I saw the finish line just up ahead. I picked up the pace and sprinted to the finish line. “YAAY!!” I thought. My whole body was practically dying, I was so dehydrated. I was really proud of myself, I had done my best and came 6th which is really awesome!! I love cross country now!
