Personal Narrative: As I Run

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There i am standing at the start line,waiting for the beep to go and 3, 2, 1, BEEP!!! I start to run as i run i talk to myself
“Don’t be the last, is my last lap.”i look down on the grass, i can see mud on the grass and on my legs. I said yuck. Then i hear the audience cheering. It’s nearly the end and i can feel the mud on my legs is very slippery i start to run very fast. After a lot running i feel tired. I can see people going in front of me. Then i start to run i catch them up one by one

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