Ivana S.

As I get down in running position in the breezy sun; I hear giggling, people cheering, birds chirping, my heart pounding like a timer, and the gun. When I run I taste the salty sweat come down to my lip. I smell the fresh outdoors and the flowers. As I come down to the last one hundred meters on the track I hear the runners shoes as they run on the hard, rough, rocky track. Im finally almost there. There are people all around yelling and screaming and then I the last tic.