The sun was beating
down. Butterflies turned into bees. Go! The first unlucky wave was off. Like a
stormy sea the water sloshed against the sides, of the once calm childless
pool. They lifted themselves out of the battered pool. Go! The second wave was
off. My stomach felt like the water. The waves went quick and now it was my
turn to be afraid. We got up onto the firing line. My legs were shaking.
Staring down at the made me calm. Like a wonky torpedo I hit the water. My goggles
came loose but I kept going. My legs were screaming for mercy. But I wasn’t
going to give them it. The pool dash was over and now wearily I made my way to
the bikes. My lungs were bursting. And like a cheetah I made for the hills. Or
you could say like a turtle. My bike touched the grass of the rugby field. As I
strained my back I went over a bump. It knocked me back to sense. But the worse
wasn’t over yet. After the first lap the red lights were on fuel low. Energy
level low, energy to keep going low. Second lap down. The sun seemed to target
me. Like a big bull fight. Every time I waved red. It smashed into me. Third lap
done. Now I was halfway between energised to dead battery. Now to follow the
yellow bread crumbs home. Slamming my bike down now came the part were I will
make it or be taken home in a doggy bag. My legs like jelly and my head
pounding. This was it.
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