Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Cross Country

Fighting the path as the peebles was bulging through the soles of my shoe`s. I keep fighting  
against the path. Soon after my breath started to give in, my speed started to slow and my position in the race drooped.

the track was treacherous, the mud splattered up all the backs of the racers, making it harder to run. The racers keep their mind on the race, not being distracted by anything.

the muud squelched as I ran through mud puddles after puddles, the mud was squishy like a kiwi fruit being crushed in my hand.  My legs were fully covered in mud, YUCK! my mind didn't hesitate to get distracted by the mud or the` other racers.

1 comment:

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