Cross country writing by Logan

Enthusiasm rushes thought my body as I see my mum tearing thought the crowd to cheer me on. A grin streches across my face as I see her hand, strech out to clasp mine. The only thing that is powering my sticks of jelly for legs is sheer determination. They are enraged with my goal. Sweat breaks the surface of my skin and sizzles across my boiling body. I listen to my beating heart, but all I can hear is the cheering of the crowd and my deep breathing. My pounding feet are killing me softly with pain and tiredness.