The nerves the pain the sweat dripping down her neck. It was like nothing she had ever done before. She took the first few steps, her legs quivered beneath her. Trying to find ground and move quickly. She had to get out fast. Her tiny muscle build was pushing as hard as it could. Trying to get away. When suddenly she was down, she had stepped in the deep hole her father warned her about.
She quickly sprung up from pure momentum. She was off. Running down the grass soccer field heading towards the end of the schoolyard. It was a regional cross country running meet. With her competitive spirit it could be, in her mind, the one kilometre world championships.
The boys got out a bit faster, but she knew that she could catch them. At the end of the field there was a quick right turn, which lead into the woods onto a gravel path. That is where the race really begun.
The words resounding in her head would lead her to the end. “You’ve got this. Boy up ahead. Passed. Relax down the hill. Out of the woods… Here we go, run run run finish line. DONE!”
As she crossed the line her little body crumbled to the ground. Her father approached her with beaming blue eyes, and arms wide open, she let herself fall into his arms. This was the beginning of a long journey ahead.
By Geneviève Lalonde
A collection of stories and tales. Reminiscing the past and exploring the future.