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The Big Race

The Big Race The 3200-meter runner started preparing for the “Big Race” He stretched in his lane getting ready both phsycially and psychologically He apprehensively took a stance, waiting for the starting gun As the Ref said the words, “Ready, Set, Go.” The gun explosively went off and so did the race The Runners sped around the first curve like there was no tomorrow He worked his way up and through the front of the pack He accelerated, overtaking the pack, and stayed ahead With only one lap left, he sprinted his hardest He crossed the Finishline and WON that shiny Gold Medal he had worked so hard for . . . . . . . Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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