Mouth dry, Feet hugging the grass, Eyes flashing across the start line, this is what it feels like to be putting everything on the line. Literally. Silence was all I could hear when really hundreds of screams were bombarding me like a storm, I saw a glimpse of my Mum at the finish line I had to go, NOW! Not a minute too soon, the gun pounded to the beat of my heart, I was an earthquake my feet shaking the ground, and where were my eyes? Staring at the finish line. I was in the lead but the other competitors were gaining speed, I replayed my Father's words of wisdom in my mind "it's all up to you". We all crossed the finish line, I had no idea it would be over that quickly, the race was a blur, so much so I had no idea where I had placed! A women in a bright coloured vest handed me a red stick, a sigh of relief ran down my sweaty face I was so pumped I could have done it again right then and there! Who ever said "first is always the worst" is very much mistaken!