Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Going hard out

It was an evening when the sun was shining. We get released from the cramped, noisy and hot bus. I drag myself over to the stadium that had tough kids printed on a bandana overhead. I feel a wave of nerves wash over me. I don't want to lose any of my energy. I clutch my bottle and take a long sip that will last the whole course, before I line up on the starting mark with the others. I huff, puff, sprint, stride, dodge, jump, leap, everything. I can feel my face starting to turn into a tomato and hotness takes over. I feel puffed, muddy and great. I finally pass the finish, about to collapse to the ground. My throat feels all groggy so I gasp for a breath of air. Though I did not win, I still loved getting dirty and am glad that I participated. 

1 comment:

  1. Love your descriptions Neve. Great vivid pictures made in my mind, like your tomato face ;). Isn't it cool when you achieve something like tough kids, knowing you were a bit nervous and then you nailed it and had fun. Gives you confidence for the next challenge huh! Mum x


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