Remembering Cross Country

On a wet rainy day I remember cross country.

I remember the wet soggy grass squeezing through the thin slots of my toes,

I remember the cold air surrounding my skinny body helping to cool me down,

I remember my feet getting more and more numb as I run with speed across the cold grass.

I remember my sore legs running up the rocky road as steep as mount Everest,

I remember my senses smelling delicious meat sausages sizzling on the BBQ.

I remember hearing the noisy crowd cheering people on,

I remember my body slowing right down at the finish line,my bones aching.

That was awesome!

By Ella