" On your marks get set GO! " The marshall screeched in a deep exaustion. The gun shot off an amazing roar.I bounced into action. My legs took over, They were the boss. Leading the way was the proud me. " This is impossible" I started to wonder " How am I going to keep this up" Knowing what I had to do, Run straight and never slow down.
Turning swiftly as I entered the straight, Long sharp lines confused me like I was fighting like a maze of never ending pathways. Sweat rained down my vicious red face. All I could think about is Mr Chittenden's saying " Turn our Fifths into fourths our fourths into thirds our thirds into seconds and our seconds into firsts" At that same time my eyes studied over time.
approaching the long narrow finish line, Reaching anxiously trying to my victory. I was 1 metre from glory. Auroa school cheered for my sudden sucess. Breathless and worn, Tumbling over to retrieve what was mine... The glossy red stick. My legs had retired soon after my glory swept away now all they could is relax.