Lowrdia07
08-29-2011, 07:02 PM
After three long years of training, I, Xavier, had finally been accepted into one of the largest races in Australia. I had been training extremely hard with my coach, Mr Morgan, doing training sessions on the track, in the sand and even sometimes in water. Where I was staying there were many helpful people although, there were many fences and gates everywhere making me feel like I was a prisoner in my own home.
That morning Charlie, who was my nutritionist, came into my room with breakfast and a big grin on his face. He said to me, “Good morning Xavier, all ready for the big day I hope.” I replied with a tired and muffled groan. Charlie then laughed as he put my breakfast down and left the room.
A few hours flew by and my coach Mr Morgan gave me a lift to the race track. I then walked around and began my warm up preparations. I did a few strides, run throughs, and then stretched for half an hour. The marshal then walked over and told me that race was about to begin. He walked with me over to the starting line and showed me where to stand. It was all up to me now; I could feel every vein in my body pumping with nervousness and excitement. I began to doubt myself because of the nerves; I felt as though I have never run or trained a day in my life. My heart was beating a million miles an hour but I remembered what Mr Morgan my coach taught me, I had to breathe deep, smooth breaths; that’s the only way to fight my nerves. I had practised this a million times but still I was fidgety. I looked left and right, my competitors were all so intimidating.
Finally we were all set waiting nervously in our positions for the race to begin. It felt as if everything in time has paused for that split second until finally, “BANG!” The race had begun and everyone was in a sprint to try and get the best position. I managed to position myself into fifth place, right up in the top pack. Everyone was giving it their best, trying so hard to get that tiniest advantage on the other.
Eventually 800 metres passed, meaning we had completed one-quarter of the race. Two of the other competitors began to drop back so I move up in third position. After the 1600 meter mark, my body began to feel so weak, drained of all the energy but I had to keep going. We were now at the 2600 meter mark, I could feel myself start to drop back, and I couldn’t keep up. I then thought of everyone who had looked out for me and helped with my training. We finally reached the last 200 meter mark, my body went numb but it knew what to do, I began my final sprint. I found myself slowly gaining on first and second. 100 metres to go, I had moved into second and still gaining on first. 50 meters to go, first and I were neck and neck. I gave it everything I have left and I crossed the line first to win.
Everyone was so happy and the marshal walked with me over to the fence where Mr Morgan was waiting with a big smile. He leant over the fence and gave me a hug. This was the greatest day of my life as I felt a rush of excitement and adrenaline going over my body. The crowd were all clapping, taking photos and chanting my name. I heard the loudspeaker yell my name over the crowd, “Xavier, our 2010 winner of the Melbourne Cup.”
What is a good name for this story?
That morning Charlie, who was my nutritionist, came into my room with breakfast and a big grin on his face. He said to me, “Good morning Xavier, all ready for the big day I hope.” I replied with a tired and muffled groan. Charlie then laughed as he put my breakfast down and left the room.
A few hours flew by and my coach Mr Morgan gave me a lift to the race track. I then walked around and began my warm up preparations. I did a few strides, run throughs, and then stretched for half an hour. The marshal then walked over and told me that race was about to begin. He walked with me over to the starting line and showed me where to stand. It was all up to me now; I could feel every vein in my body pumping with nervousness and excitement. I began to doubt myself because of the nerves; I felt as though I have never run or trained a day in my life. My heart was beating a million miles an hour but I remembered what Mr Morgan my coach taught me, I had to breathe deep, smooth breaths; that’s the only way to fight my nerves. I had practised this a million times but still I was fidgety. I looked left and right, my competitors were all so intimidating.
Finally we were all set waiting nervously in our positions for the race to begin. It felt as if everything in time has paused for that split second until finally, “BANG!” The race had begun and everyone was in a sprint to try and get the best position. I managed to position myself into fifth place, right up in the top pack. Everyone was giving it their best, trying so hard to get that tiniest advantage on the other.
Eventually 800 metres passed, meaning we had completed one-quarter of the race. Two of the other competitors began to drop back so I move up in third position. After the 1600 meter mark, my body began to feel so weak, drained of all the energy but I had to keep going. We were now at the 2600 meter mark, I could feel myself start to drop back, and I couldn’t keep up. I then thought of everyone who had looked out for me and helped with my training. We finally reached the last 200 meter mark, my body went numb but it knew what to do, I began my final sprint. I found myself slowly gaining on first and second. 100 metres to go, I had moved into second and still gaining on first. 50 meters to go, first and I were neck and neck. I gave it everything I have left and I crossed the line first to win.
Everyone was so happy and the marshal walked with me over to the fence where Mr Morgan was waiting with a big smile. He leant over the fence and gave me a hug. This was the greatest day of my life as I felt a rush of excitement and adrenaline going over my body. The crowd were all clapping, taking photos and chanting my name. I heard the loudspeaker yell my name over the crowd, “Xavier, our 2010 winner of the Melbourne Cup.”
What is a good name for this story?