Cross Country

Anxiety shot through my veins as I waited in the group of the year eight girls. I was fine with cheering but the actual run gave me a severe case of nervousness and it wasn't good. I almost cringed as the sound signaling the start of the race went off and so I tried my best to jog my way around the large group of multi coloured girls. 

About halfway I had a bad feeling in my chest and it hurt so I slowed down a little to try to keep pace but it felt like I had already given away most of my energy so I tried to regain my strength once more. It still hurt but I kept running because I didn't want to get over taken by the small group in behind me so I trudged forward as much as I could.

On the second lap I knew I was really far behind so I focused more on staying ahead of the group around me and as soon as I made it to the final part I put on more speed than I had before. I ended up making two hundred and twenty fifth and scoring a few high-fives along the way but once I got to the end I almost collapsed from exhaustion and tried to get my breath back to it's usual pace. Quietly, I made my way to where the Rimu House students were sitting and cheering for all the runners and got there just in time to watch the year eight boys shoot off.

I stood by the rope that outlined the track and cheered ecstaticaly for Lachlan, a boy from our house who was in a close lead. I grinned as I watched the array of colours moving across the school and cheered for those coloured red, continuing to splat red across my body in support.

In the end I'd enjoy Cross Country if I didn't have to run because I love to cheer for people but I'm not so good at running.