Cross Country

Peeert! the whistle blew signaling the start of the race, with the spit of Mr O.C. travelling through it. It was time. Everyone raced off with a huge lunge of power with their legs. I was in the first row and had dropped several places but was still hopeful for the top ten.

We had just finished the block run and were on our way for the rest of the painstaking course. Everyone slowly jogged to the top of the hill, some people had already worn down to a walking pace jog. But I ignored them and keep jogging.


I had now returned to the school grounds and sprinting my way to the finish line I zoomed round the corner and with one last push of my near to death legs I went for the finish line. I was done


By Lachie.