“Runners to your marks”. I take two strides forward along with all the other runners that will be trying to outrun me, as I am trying to do the same. Standing out in the hot baking sun my heart pounds violently in my chest, my breath becomes deeper to calm my nerves that flood my brain, beads of sweat run down my sun baked face and plummet to the ground. Walking up to the waterfall line, I hear nothing but my heart pounding in my ears like two timpani’s in an instrumental band. Then the race master yells “BANG” the gun sounds the start of the 1600 meter run of the subsection track meet of 2015. I lunge forward remembering what Coach Bentson always told me.”Get out in front, make them pass you.” that's exactly what I did. I got out in front of the majority of the runners. I knew I was around sixth place.
After the first hundred meters I …show more content…
My heart was pumping blood through my body as rapidly as it could, as suffered through the heat. The sweat poured down my face like rain on a window pane during a thunderstorm. Despite the heat, I had to keep up with the runner in front of me, that also happened to be nearly a foot taller then I was. Coming up to Coach Bentson’s place on the track I could hear him say something but wasn't sure what frankly I had a general idea of what he was going to say anyways..
Before I knew it we were on the third lap. time to pick it up a bit. Pushing a little harder I closed the five meter gap in between me and the tall lanky kid in front of me. As I past him I could hear his breath, short and quick. I instantly forgot about him and focused on my next target that was about thirty meter ahead. Keeping the same pace I slowly but surely was catching up to him. Without any warning the tall lanky kid was back, and was hell bent on beating the shortest kid in the race, me. He flew past me and the runner I had been trying to catch up
After the first hundred meters I …show more content…
My heart was pumping blood through my body as rapidly as it could, as suffered through the heat. The sweat poured down my face like rain on a window pane during a thunderstorm. Despite the heat, I had to keep up with the runner in front of me, that also happened to be nearly a foot taller then I was. Coming up to Coach Bentson’s place on the track I could hear him say something but wasn't sure what frankly I had a general idea of what he was going to say anyways..
Before I knew it we were on the third lap. time to pick it up a bit. Pushing a little harder I closed the five meter gap in between me and the tall lanky kid in front of me. As I past him I could hear his breath, short and quick. I instantly forgot about him and focused on my next target that was about thirty meter ahead. Keeping the same pace I slowly but surely was catching up to him. Without any warning the tall lanky kid was back, and was hell bent on beating the shortest kid in the race, me. He flew past me and the runner I had been trying to catch up