I slip my togs on
Butterflies creep into my stomach
I race to the start line
More kids eager to compete
Legs pumping as fast as a hippity hoppity hare
Hot breath heaving on the back of my neck
Clutters of kids
I feel like I am about to collapse
Punching the pedals
Wheels spinning like a Ferris wheel
Legs start to feel like a boiling thermos
Now I feel yearning to finish
Arms flying round like spastic wind mills
Bubbles breaching the surface
I feel like a sea sick fish now
Cheering echoes under the water
Legs stumble down
Arms become jelly
Good feeling to be finished
Hard work
Finishing a triathlon
MY FAVOURITE
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