Cross Country.

My heart was pounding as we, the year 8 and 7 girls lined up to tackle the Holy Cross Catholic School cross country.I knew no matter how hard I tried I would not come first.All I could hear in my head were thoughts telling me to remember that the first few seconds aren't going to win me the honor of first place,so I shouldn't violate anyone trying to get to the front of the pack.Ready, GOOOO!!! yelled Mrs Siasau.

We were off! As I ran past Miss Miller she yelled "Come on girls pace yourselves! You can do it." My breath was going in and out in big whooshing gasps at that time of the running course.My chest was on fire(or at least it seemed it was) as I turned a corner to go down the stairs.When I got to the bottom all I saw was mud everywhere. It seemed like the mud had accumulated when it was raining.That didn't stop me from running. As I was running up the hill I could hear Whanau house's cheering for us.Once I got to the top of the hill my legs felt numb but I ran as fast as I could to receive my first mark and I didn't want to let my Whanau house down.