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
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