Last Sunday, I competed in the Valley Forge Revolutionary Run. My race was the 1-mile Youth Fun Run. It was a thriller. When my race group was called up, I nearly blacked out. When I got into my spot, my legs started to shake and my heart was pounding. When I heard the fire of the musket, I took it slow and jogged in the beginning. The other musket man who was following us had yelled, "Let's go soldiers!" It made me laugh a bit. I jogged my way to the half mile mark, trying to push myself over the limit. When I turned around at the half mile point to finish the race, I started to kick things up. There were a few people in front of me that I had a feeling I could pass. I saw my sisters from far away cheering for me. Before I passed them, they told me to run. I looked for a seam to make my move, then I shot off as hard as I could. I moved up a couple of positions which made me happy. I crossed the line breathing hard from my dash. A man handed me a paper medal and another one gave me a bag of goodies. I walked over to my mom who was proud of me. My sister gave me a rather hard high five. I felt so proud. After my race, I went over to some booths and got free food. Woohoo! I now really want to race again.
