After Mr K was done talking, he told us we were going to do High Jump. First, the 8 year old kids sprinted as fast as we could from the green tiger-turf courts to the green grass to choose where they wanted to be in line. First, it was Josh. His leg sliced over the black bar which started to wobble, but stayed on. It was my turn. I felt confident. My legs sliced over the bar but, unfortunately, it just jumped off. I was disappointed, then there came a jump that was simply impossible. I landed on the mat, and the bar was still up. I knew I had made it. Everyone was cheering loudly.
Next we went to Long Jump, then we jogged to Shotput and I had first throw. The blue ball went zooming through the air, landing at 3.2m. That was ok. Next it was Dre’s turn and it went in slow motion through the air. Boom! It hit the ground, going an astonishing 6.8m. My next throw was a lot better but not enough to beat Dre, the champion.
Finally, it was the Sprint Finals. Mr Emms called my age group up and said, "On your marks, get set,” Bang! The gun went off. There was smoke in the air. I started sprinting like there was no tomorrow. Wind was blowing so hard in my face, then I caught sight of Dre and ran harder. Dre was too hard to beat and I had to settle for second place.
It was a fun day, but I was very tired when I got home from school that afternoon.
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