Last week on monday pt england had cross country at 1:00. I was so excited that my head was about to blow up.
WAITING FOR OUR TURN.
While the year 4 boys were waiting for their turn. I was playing games with the person beside me. It took about 25 minutes for our turn to run. I was very patient and finally, it was my turn.
THE BIG RACE.
As the year 4 boys got into a line. I felt nervous, I thought, “I must never give up and run the whole way without stopping” and i did, suddenly, we all heard the big BANG! We all went dashing through the cones, I was lagging behind while Kruz was just beside me, I tried to go faster but Kruz was too fast! I was becoming last place when we turned the very first corner. Then it was just a straight line until we got to the second, I was past Kruz and another person after I went past that corner.
AFTER THE FIRST TWO CORNERS.
After we went past the second corner we had to run a long way to the fence, this was when I was catching up to 2 more people. Once I was through the fence, it was a big track from there.
AFTER THE RACE.
After the race, my mum hugged me and then I had a drink. I liked cross country, and I wasn't last. I think we should do it once a year.