Sunday, 10 September 2017

Athletes day

As a child through to an adult you will make lots of memories. Some you will want to keep forever and some you will want to get rid of as soon as possible. Now I am going to talk about one of my most nerve racking but one of my favourite childhood memories.

Athletics day. Zones!!! School starts. It's nine o'clock. Butterflies swirl in my stomach. I was really, really nervous, I felt like I was going to throw up. I have a sip of water but it doesn't work. Then slowly but  steadily I stumble on to the bus hoping my race would be first. I ask one of the teachers when the thousand metre run is and they reply “Eleven forty five.”  I felt a sudden urge to jump out of the window and run back to school.

When we arrived at the park I saw how many schools were competing, my stomach dropped. That's when I realised that I was going to have to push myself as hard as I could. The first event started, it was long jump. Then the next, and the next, and before I knew it my event was next up. I had to go to the toilet.  I tried to come up with a foolproof excuse like a sore ankle or I can't run because I've cut my leg but as I guessed not one of them worked.



It was time to shine someone told me before I was about to race. I thought it was time for a miracle to happen so I wouldn't have race.  Even the weather was working against me -  it was a blue sky, no rain, no snow, just beautiful blue sky day.

After getting all us boys together I realised that everyone apart from me had attended cross country zones before. For a moment I thought I was going to die of nerves. We were told to take our position. I nearly fainted. Then they did the countdown... 3,2,1 and the race was on!

Everyone was jogging.  Halfway through the race I broke into a run. I overtook the runner in first place.  I thought I could win... I was doing it... I was coming first! I yelled in my head “Yes, yes, I'm winning, I'm winning, YES!”

Over the last 50 metre stretch about eight people overtook me so I ran as hard as I could. I overtook three people and then the race was over. I collapsed with relief. I did it, I came sixth out of fourteen people.

After racing I was really proud of myself.  I had a massive slurp of water and said to some of my friends “Thanks for all the support”.

When we arrived back at school all my mates asked me how I did and I replied with pride “I came sixth out of fourteen people.” “Well done.”

So I guess you can see that was a very nerve racking memory but one I will remember forever. Have you got any memories that you will grasp forever or rather loose them for eternity?

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