It’s the day that cross country is on, wait I better get ready, I’m running soon I thinking to myself.
I’m at the starting line and the lady is saying “On your marks get set go.” I’m now sprinting down the track with my legs pounding the mushy mud on the ground. As I look up I see people on the pale white fence are cheering me on yelling, “GO LOCHIE,GO.” I’m now jogging in front of everyone. At this point my legs are straining and my arms are pumping. There is so much pain in my chest from the stitch. I’m falling down a bump so I pound my leg on the ground to stop me from falling. I am running up the last bump. Now I’m nearly at the home stretch I look behind and I see my friends and some other people right by me.
“Ouch!” I hit a peg and three people pass me. They thunder down the track and I sprint off after them. Three people cross the line and I get 4th place.I feel happy even though I didn’t get first place.
