3,2,1 GO! Everyone is running for their life, trying so hard. Trying to win and come first at Linton Army Camp.
Just 1 km left for my run. Done. Now the bike. Halfway through my bike ride somebody gets a puncture in their bike tyre - lucky for me. I pass them, so I am coming in third. Still biking. My legs are dead. My lungs are burning. I can't feel my legs.
I can see the dismount line aaaaaannnndd...Crossed. I rack my bike and I am onto my last run.
My legs are concrete. Another 1.6 km left to run. I feel like I can not run but I know I can’t stop. I am as tired as anything. I drag myself around the course feeling determined!
Done I came 2nd after a 12 year old! I thought I came 3rd but I didn't. I came 2nd and I am really proud (and very relieved that it is over.)
That was my most memorable moment on my holiday.
What was yours?
What was yours?
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