I felt like curling up into a ball like a snail into its shell and waiting, just waiting. Trying to distract myself from the tight competition looming ahead, getting closer,and closer by the minute. There’s no way around it. I have to run my hardest and hope for the best.
We had school cross country today. I ran in the 10 year old girls race. The writing you just read I wrote before the race. This writing I wrote after the race, explaining how I finished.
I turned around the bend and my ears were filled with sound,
“Mercy, Mercy, Mercy.”
I had a surge of energy, and I lengthened my strides, trying to run like a cheetah. As I saw the place where I would rest, I sprinted, knowing that Lola and Sophie both wanted to get there before I did. I crossed the line and I couldn't hold back a smile.
I had a surge of energy, and I lengthened my strides, trying to run like a cheetah. As I saw the place where I would rest, I sprinted, knowing that Lola and Sophie both wanted to get there before I did. I crossed the line and I couldn't hold back a smile.
