Running a race at a track meet is indescribable (but I'm going to try.)
As the man yells "On your mark.."the intensity of my heart beat is beating out of my chest, as if it is the wheels of a train loudly turning on the train track.
"Get set..." The hips soar up gracefully as my full attention is waiting for the final signal. Eyes open so wide I could very well be related to an owl.
*Bang* the sound of the gun blows. Head down and my legs move as fast as possible, almost like a cheetah racing through the high grass of an African reserve.
Until I reach the hand off to my partner nothing else in the world matters except this race right now. All of the students yelling and cheering is a mild noise as my vision is a tunnel pointed directly towards the left hand reaching back towards me.
Finally after the baton is flutters from my hand to my partners, the train's wheels eventually slow down as I gaze across the track observing my team mates and cheering loudly as I rush to the finish line to greet them.
As the man yells "On your mark.."the intensity of my heart beat is beating out of my chest, as if it is the wheels of a train loudly turning on the train track.
"Get set..." The hips soar up gracefully as my full attention is waiting for the final signal. Eyes open so wide I could very well be related to an owl.
*Bang* the sound of the gun blows. Head down and my legs move as fast as possible, almost like a cheetah racing through the high grass of an African reserve.
Until I reach the hand off to my partner nothing else in the world matters except this race right now. All of the students yelling and cheering is a mild noise as my vision is a tunnel pointed directly towards the left hand reaching back towards me.
Finally after the baton is flutters from my hand to my partners, the train's wheels eventually slow down as I gaze across the track observing my team mates and cheering loudly as I rush to the finish line to greet them.
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