Cross Country

The last day of training. The field was all muddy and gooey, filled with muddy puddles. i wanted to try with bare feet just this once, but boy was I sure in for a muddy run. As I stepped onto the field starting to run faster ... SPLASH! My legs were covered in oozey sticky mud. I felt like I needed to wash my feet  REALLY BADLY, but as I kept running I realized I enjoyed this and I was soon running faster and faster like a cheetah.Then I thought to myself "Oh no I have to go up that hill" now I wish I did have my shoes on. I was up to the obstacle I feared the most, the BIG steep hill. When I realized I was going TOO fast down the hill ... It was too late BANG! I banged into a tree I thought I went unconscious for a second, but I continued running trying desperately hard not to think of my muddy uniform. When I reached the gate I thought of it as sighn that I was getting closer to the finish line. Once I returned to the front line (like it was torture) I ran and ran racing up the hill then I didn't want to slip so I slowed down. When I went up the gate I went just a smigeon faster when  ran across the finish line I felt so relieved as if we won a big war. I loved every moment except for the oozey mud on my legs.