Cross Country at the Cutler Farm

Cross Country at the Cutler Farm

“Jog on the spot…” Mrs Cutler was preparing us for the race.

This is it, I was so nervous, I could feel it in my- “Go!”

The race had started. The sound of footsteps and running immediately

interrupted my thought process, which confused me for a split second,

already putting me behind. “Great start…”



As everyone else quickly faded off into the distance,

I was greeted by dirt, rocks, and every kind of mud in existence.

Slowly, and not so surely, I slothed through all the mud.

After a while of nothing but lush green trees and muddy grass,

I could see a faint image of someone on top of a hill.

In awkwardness, I yelled at them to go without me, but they insisted to stay

there and cheer me on.



As I got further up the rocky hill, I could see that the person on top was Evan.

He said he stopped because his leg hurt, but I could instantly tell that

it wasn’t the case. We then carried on together and played around in the mud.

I felt so much better running with a friend and it pushed me to carry on.



As we got closer and closer to the finish line, we got muddier, dirtier, and

more wetter. We rolled down grassy hills, put mud on our faces, and

jumped into dirty puddles. As we were on our final stretch, we planned

to do a body slide at the end. In nervousness, we started to count down for

the big jump. “3,2,1!” Simultaneously, we leaped and slid into the slippery

mud as we crossed the finished line!



In the end, we did come last. But I think we had the most fun, and were the muddiest.