The Race
I step onto the red and rubber track
My mind set on one thing, the finish spot
I size the racers and plan my attack
I remember everything i’ve been taught
My form is perfect I am fit to win
I think this race has already been won
I’m on my mark my time is growing thin
We then hear the loud sound of the start gun
I’m up and away sprinting down my lane
All the racers are not prepared for me
This battle is for my personal gain
The trophy is the only thing I see
I give all I have and run through the line
Not first? oh well I guess second is fine
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