As we lined up in our factions I felt it, the feeling that my stomach was falling out. My lunghs were getting tight. And this year it was going to change. I was going to come top ten, this was my year. And just like that we started lining up i felt like i was about to vomit. And then he said it… “take your marks, get set. BeEeEeEeEeP”the wistle went. As i was running to get out of the gate first all of the year five girl were fighting for themselves because they had the same goal as me. The sun was burning and the ground was rough after all my hard work i saw it the finish line.