The Cross Country run

The Cross-Country Race

5 year old girls... 6 year old girls... 7 year old girls... yay, it’s nearly my turn. I pump myself up with all my energy and, bang! The starter block bashed in together and the race was on. My legs pumping, my heart was beating, and my arms were working hard. In a flash I boosted myself past some people, but then i reminded myself not to run out there to fast. Maybe I will finish the race before anyone else?

I can feel sweat dribbling down my forehead and my chest getting numb. I look down at the wet slippery green grass to see if they are any patches or gooey mud trying to make me slip or lose the race,I don't want to hurt myself. Although I'm not catching up to the leaders,I'm in the top five. I should end up in a good place.

Finally the end is in my sight. I can hear people cheering and screaming for me to finish off the race. So I boost  myself with all my energy to finish off the race. Finally it’s over. Although I did not come in the top three I was proud of myself by achieving my goal...I ran the whole race without stopping and I tried my best.

By Namrita Islam, H30