Cross Country
Do you like cross country ? Well I don’t . The sludge of the mud crawling like worms up my legs , The feeling of mud crawling under my toenails,feeling like a dead flower too weak to hold themselves up . I was parched and could taste blood in my throat,people were falling down on either side of me .
Down the finish shoot ,sprinting like a leopard that hasn’t eaten for weeks, desperate to catch it’s prey . I bounded across the finish line . I felt like a stone resting on the bottom of the ocean . So shattered that I could barely walk ,longing for water,for sleep,for rest . But not yet .
5 minutes later I was sitting down on the rough concrete floor. Quenching my thirst with a glass of ice cold water.It had been a successful cross country. The last one that I will ever compete in at Pinehill .
