“Faster! You can do it! “ my coach shouted. Beads of perspiration rolled down my face as I gritted my teeth. We were in the middle of training as the scorching hot sun shot down needle-like rays into my back as I ran with all my might after grabbing the baton from my friend. We were training hard for an upcoming competition which was going to be very tough as we would be against our rival team , Raffles Girls School.
The day I was selected to be in the school team, I was over the moon and I was ecstatic! Finally I made it to the relay team ! Little did I realise the hard work in store for me. Every day, we trained for six hours at least, and those trainings never fail to make countless blisters appear on my feet . Nonetheless, we trained without complaining, each wanting to bring glory to the school. We also need lots of co-ordination and teamwork to pass the baton in one smooth and fast exchange. Imagine how many times we dropped the baton and the punishment we received. After what seemed like an eternity, the competition day came. The whole Primary 5 pupils in my level came in full support, even our parents.
This was it. It was now or never. We were up against our rivals, all big and muscular. My stomach lurched forward as the chance of beating these girls was very slim. I clung on to my last ray of hope and took my position. Then, the whistle was blown and Sarah the first to start off sprinted off. I had butterflies in my stomach and prayed that none of us dropped the baton. By the time Jane came running to pass the baton and for me to go the final lap, our team were in the 3rd position.
The minute I took the baton. My arms moved like clockwork, quick and fast strokes moved me forward. My muscles groaned and I winced in agony as I thought I felt a muscle pull. The sun was taking its toll again, causing beads of perspiration to slide down my face. From the corner of my eye, I could see the finishing line. I puffed and panted and summoned my strength as I...