Big thanks to Maddie Guthrie for this entertaining recount of the Year 8 girls cross country.
“Year eight girls!” screamed Mr Napier. The apocalypse is upon us, I thought
to myself as my legs scraped along the turf. Right it’s now or never fake
breaking a leg or something. My mind raced with excuses. Maybe I could hide in
the bathroom, or go home sick because I was sick, sick to death of running.
“There’s no escape Maddie,” I thought, and next thing I knew I was at
the start.
“On your marks get set GO,” we were off!!! Almost instantly I was
puffing. Girls racing ahead made my stomach churn.
“Halfway up cross country hill, at the top of cross country hill,” I
chanted in my head. And then it happened, the first fall. I was turning the
corner of the grassy lumpy hill when the mud grabbed me and pulled me down to
the rotten smelling ground. I heard Mr Yeoman encouraging me to get up. “That’s
it, that’s my excuse, I’ll cry and make a scene, it can end now.” But before I
knew it I was up running and wiping the sticky mud out of my stinging eyes.
“Why am I doing this to myself?” I thought. “Stop while you can Maddie.”
But as usual I kept running, I was screaming at myself, my head throbbed with
pain. The rest of the race was a blur until the next deadly road block. A
chain. All it would take was that stupid chain and I would be free. I felt my
foot stick to the chain and my body lose control, my arms reached out to break
my fall but they were too late. There I was winded and lying face first in the
cold sour smelling mud.
“Right you’ve had your fun, give it up Maddie, you can’t continue.”
But yet again my defiant body got up and ran.
“No!!! You idiot that was your last chance to quit.” But something in me
wanted to finish, I had to finish. With watering eyes and determination I finally
finished 29th. I had never felt so good and so proud that I kept
going and nothing stopped me and then a sickening thought came to mind…I hope Mum likes mud!!!
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