My cross country experience

I was standing at the start line, wondering if I would make it to the finish line after three laps of the torturous field. I could hear Mr V.B telling us our course, but I barely heard him. I was thinking of my horrible adventure ahead. I heard the BEEP and I started running like the wind. I splashed about in the muddy grass until I got to the courts.

I was thinking, "Oh no, the hill’s next".

I started to slow down a little bit but I didn't want to slow down too much because I knew Mr V.B would say, "Come on, keep running!".

Then, all too soon, it was time for the hill. I almost died just looking up at it, let alone RUN up it. I FINALLY made it to the top, but then I had to go down...

Now, you might've guessed that the hill was my least favourite part of the course, (it was kind of obvious), but my second least favourite part was going down the hill. Do you know why going down is so bad? Because you might get your foot stuck in some mud or (this is what I did), you might slip going down. I did that during training and it actually scared me. Not because of the mud, because of the change in gravity. But anyway, the good news is that I got to the bottom without slipping, and I was so relieved. But I was already stressing because I had to do the hill again!

I thought to myself, "If I can complete that hill again without collapsing, I'll be lucky!"

I ran along the concrete pavement for a little while, then I came to the battlefield again. I saw a couple of girls already finished and I thought,

"Wow, they ran fast".

I started to run a bit faster and before long, it was hill time. I was practically dragging myself up. Then I went down. I was overjoyed for two reasons. 1 I had gone down the hill without slipping again, and 2 I only had to run along the concrete pavement, then down onto the field and I would be done! Just thinking about finishing gave me confidence that I could do it. (Like I had a choice, you have to finish your race). So I jogged down the pavement and I was almost at the field when I got a horrible stitch. I had to walk for a couple of seconds to catch my breath as well, then I was off again. I almost sprinted down the field to the end. Just as I was about to go down the finishing shoot, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a girl who had been running behind me start to run faster. I didn't really have the energy to sprint anymore, but I really wanted to beat her to the finish line, so I started running faster too. It felt like I was doing the race all over again. But in the end, the other girl JUST beat me by 1 second. But I was too happy that I had finished to worry about that. I was just so relieved that I was finished.