Cross-Country Experience

Nervously trying to force myself to run as the mucky mud splashed across my legs and into my shoes. There was an event that we had to participate in. It was called Cross-Country. Changed and ready to go the Pt England students were directed onto the hard-courts. A noisy crowd of students were eager to start and see what place they would come.

Mr Burt announced that the field was going to be really muddy. So we had to be careful not to get stuck in the mud. Children screamed and yelled hoping they could enjoy the mud sloshed against them.

As some children were running their races, the other children had the chance to support their house and them. “GO YOU CAN DO IT” everyone was shouting as kids representing their  houses were excited that they had the opportunity to do so. Crossing the finish line kids were exhausted and drowned with mud from their feet all the way up to their legs. Now that’s what I call a close finish.

It’s our 12 year old girls turn. Butterflies in my stomach as I experience the cross-country fear. To be honest I felt a little bit umm... scared as if I was going to faint.  But I overcame those fears as Mr Burt count down from 3. 3....2....1 BANG! Off we went as although it was our last race.

Everyone sprinting through the lush green grass and muddy fields had mud splashed from their shoes to up their legs which was awful. As we reached the reserve, teachers were screaming and yelling at us to keep on going. Round the corner we went and up the hill towards the forest. Danger lurked among the forest as we were running, slipping and sliding through the mucky path.

It was the last kilometre of the race. Huffing and puffing as though I was dehydrated. Running a through the last bit of mud, proud that I made it near the end. Dizzy and exhausted feeling like I was going to pass out. Finally reaching the finish line I felt like it was going to be my last race. Now that is what I call Cross-Country.