When we lined up for the 800m I had butterflies in my tummy. “Good luck Timu” I said. On your marks. Set. BANG! We’re off tearing round the first corner. I told Leeym his shoe was untied but he wasn't wearing any. More like his foot was untied. In the middle of the race I could hardly breathe. I can see the finish line and I sprint to the end. I’m extremely puffed. Mum tipped some lukewarm water on my face.
by Angus
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