Boom. The gun went off. We all started running. We felt the soft
grass below our feet as we headed toward the first hill. The October
rain had become a drizzle. I remember this so well because of the wind.
The wind was so cool it made us all shiver and wear layers and layers of
clothing, but we ignored the cold because this was a race; we were all
opponents of each other. The grass was so muddy, making our shoes turn
brown and wet. Cross country makes me so happy because I love to race
and get muddy.
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