“On your marks, get set, go!”
We were away! The year eight boys had started their race and it was going to be
a good one. Henri and Declan were already in front and I had to keep up with
them if I was going to get a good placing.
As soon as we went around the
whole lake and just about to go up the daunting, steep hill, Jacques overtook
me and I became very exhausted and had legs as wobbly as jelly. Somehow I found
the power to keep going up the hill even though I was about to collapse and
faint.
As I ran over the bridge I
sprinted as hard as I could towards the finish line. It was exhilarating with
the wind at my back and my house cheering me on.
When I crossed the finish
line I had nothing left at all. I knew I had given it my all and left nothing
on the track.
I was a bit disappointed that
I didn’t get a top three placing but at least I was in the top six and my Mum
was proud of me, and that was all I could ask for.
By Takuira
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