The race

   The race 

Watching quietly from over the barrier, as the runners leap over the shakey hurdles trying to push themself closer and closer to the finish line. Squash splish splash, all you can hear as the runners urge closer to the end. The mud made it harder and harder to run. Footprints of the runner’s vibrant trainers are left behind on the disgusting uneven mud. The mud is as choppy as a wave crashing on a beach's sandy shore.  Suddenly something catches my eye. A little boy is running after the racers trying to catch up. “YAY” the crowd cheers!!

Further, in the distance, the trees sway as if they were cheering for all the runners. WOOSH. The autumn wind shakes the barriers as if they were vegetables getting pulled out of the ground by a farmer. Inside the doorway, people stand to get shelter from the strong frosty wind. Rattle Rattle the green roof shakes as the wind quickly goes past. The weather is not good for the race. The winds blow and pull hair plus hair on and off their faces consistently. Anxiously the crowd waits, they try to cheer but their voices get drowned out by the tremendous howl of the wind. 

Like lions jumping for their prey, the runners soar over the worn-down hurdles. Thud. The runner’s trainers land on the hard terrain below the mud. This race will be amazing as everyone cheers for the hard-working runners. Like a million bugs climbing up your legs the mud slowly creeps up the legs of the sweaty runners. Silently the crowd watches as the runners agilely jump over the hurdles and down to the gooey disgusting slippery mud. sweat runs down their body as if it was raining heavily over them. Like sticky delicious icing coating, a cupcake mud gets smeared over their neon-colored trainers as they sprint towards the end of the race, again and again, they swiftly run and jump over the shakey dangerous hurdles. The runners try to push themself closer and closer to the finish line. At the end of the day, they all finished and their parents were so proud of them.