Cross Country

What an exhausting day running through the slimy mud. On Friday last week we had our school cross country. It is an event that takes place every year in the middle of term 3. It all comes down to this. All the trainings and practices that we have been through. All around us were cheering parents shouting for the children saying “GO SON GO!!” Or they said “GO DAUGHTER GO!!”. It was a great day to have cross country.

As we anxiously waited for Mr Burt to call us up to race, we all talked about what we were going to come and if we were going to run with each other or not. Sitting on the hard court was tiring because the sun came out and made me feel really dehydrated before the race had even begun. After all the hassle waiting for our time to go on the field to race, it finally happened. It was really nerve wracking waiting for Mr Burts wooden clappers, to bang together.

Ready......Set.......BANG! Mr Burts wood clappers joined together as everyone started running. Off we go already past the cone and we were all sprinting hard until...the slimy mud came up and made all of us slow down. It was disgusting because my shoes got really mucky and wet. But that didn’t worry me because I would of got new shoes anyway. As we came up to the first kilometer it started to get really muddy. As I was running I could see lots off my friends getting frustrated and annoyed at the mud. It wasn’t a good day to run on the grass.

Heading into the white stoney path now and I was relieved because I thought there wouldn’t be any more mud. There wasn’t really mud but there were lots of big puddles that were made by rainwater. “OWW” as I say in my head. It was either I go around the puddles and run through the sloshing mud or I just run straight through it and get my shoes wet. It was a decision I had to make so I went around it because my shoes were already muddy. The mud went to my legs and it was terrible.

Once I was in the bush the atmosphere smelled very bad. It smelt like a dog had pooed in the bush. I didn’t really run with anyone in the bush but I saw three of the 13 year old boys pass me. It was Lepa , Kaiden and Havea. That was my time to start going to sprint it all the way and I did.
At the finish line I saw some of my friends there looking really tired and muddy. As I crossed the finish line I was really relieved that we all finished because there would be no more mud. I saw lots of supporters encouraging people when they finished. It wasn’t one of my favourite cross country races. Overall I felt really exhausted and dehydrated. I was really dying for a drink.