My heart was hammering in my chest. Beads of sweat stood out on my forehead and my P.E shirt stuck to my tummy. Would I make it? Or would I stagger along and end up disappointing my whanau house, and making us lose?
Throbbing feet, aching calves, dry throat, these are the symptoms of Cross Country Fever. I was running my third lap of Cross Country on Thursday, and I could see the Whanau houses in the distance at the top of the hill, already egging me on. Just for their satisfaction, I sprinted up that hill and darted past Mia and Tiare once I had my third mark.
"On my last lap now," I reminded myself. My guardian angel on my right shoulder cheered me on and reassured me, telling me that I was just careering round the fence and was nearing the hill. On the other hand, or should I say, the other shoulder, the little devil was discouraging me, booing and flying in my ears and trying to get inside my head. Literally!
But I had run around the whole school 4 TIMES, and I was not going to let some teeny-weeny flaming devil get the best of me. Without thinking about saving my energy, I zipped past those flailing arms with a dazzling smile on my face. Yes! I had won a point for my Whanau house, and I had come 10th place. That;s pretty good, for me, in a class full of athletes.
I was so proud of myself. I'm definitely looking forward to Cross Country next year ... Or am I?
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