After coming 2nd in school cross-country, I proceeded to District Cross-Country. Today, we were racing in Jells Park, 6 schools competed, with about 50 competitors in every school group. Thus, resulting with approximately 300 students who participated. I was especially nervous because in the last 2 years, had missed division by the edge of the cliff. In Year 5, I had placed 11th (You had to be 10+ to make it to the next level) and in Year 4, I had come 12th.
My race was the second, the 12/13 year old girls go first. As I warmed up for my race, I ate a banana. I know it may sound weird, but I thought I needed the energy.
At 10:15, it was finally my race. I was aiming for a 3rd, but I kind of felt that I won’t achieve that. Tension built as the coach explained the rules. No punching, no pushing, no cutting corners that sort of thing. And BANG! The gun went off. I sprinted full on ahead, leading. At a huge hill, I started slowing down. A guy passed me, then a teammate. I then settled into a good position, coming 3rd. At about 300 metres before the finish line, a guy sprinted pass me and gained distance. I was so exhausted, I couldn’t keep up. In the end, I finished fourth after having a big centre stitch.
My dad bought me a delicious meat pie loaded with tomato sauce. That’s his way of saying well done!