Monday, 22 September 2014

Cross Country Dictagloss

I'm so that thankful Cross Country is only once a year. “ Keep running and don’t stop.” I told myself. Mud squelched under my feet as i ran through the reserve. I could hear my heart pounding against my chest, as i inhaled and exhaled. With a final burst of energy and effort i sprinted towards the finish line. “Yay!” everyone cheered.
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