Monster Essays - Track
Track
My heart beating loudly in my chest is the only sound I can here. The air,
whipping past my face, tries to curb my inertia but I just press on harder and
harder. As I make my turn to go into the straight-away, the next man in the
relay team comes into sight. I push my legs harder and harder, but I cannot
make them move any faster. There is only one hundred meters left to go before
the instant I have to pass the baton the next runner. As I am speeding down the
lane like a jet about to lift off, I see the fans cheering in my peripheral
vision but I remain focused on my objective ahead of me. I move closer and
closer to th....
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