Left. Right. Left. Right. It's the only thing going through my mind. Just keep going. The scorching red track rubbing against my blistering feet. Sweat dripping down my back, all I can is hear the panting of my teammates and can hardly keep myself from collapsing.
I slowly find myself falling behind. This can't happen. I'm not going to be seen by my teammates as "the weak runner." As a freshman, I'm just trying to prove myself. Don't let all your hard work go to waste. Push through it. Left. Right. Left. Right. It becomes mechanic, and I feel myself getting faster and faster. Before I know it, I'm back with my teammates. We finish our run and cross the finish line as a team.
I love how you take us inside your head in this scene, and give details that connect to multiple senses. Great job.
ReplyDeleteSo far, this is one of my favorite blogs. I'm normally in front the group pushing myself during the training. I might be extremely tired, but I know it will pay off
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