Nervously waiting on the cold hard concrete,I challenged my self to beat my mates at todays cross country. The ugly ,whistling, windy weather was so cold, that it was biting my face. Huffing and puffing I sprinted up to the finish line, while the crowd was cheering me on. Just as I passed the line I was ready for a rest after our long and tiring run.
2 comments:
Dillon,
What a great blog you have. Your story about the cross country race was so descriptive; I felt like I was there, too! You are a great runner and a talented writer. Keep up the good work!
Best,
Hillary
http://polchowhillary2edm310.blogspot.com/
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