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October 14, 2012
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| The race started. At the front, hundreds of runners rushed out fiercely from the starting line. But she was among the last part of them, and was jostling with the other runners. When she reached the starting line, she stopped and stood on the starting line. She looked around, making sure there were no runners around her. The spectators were looking at her curiously, wondering why she didn't start. Now the other runners had left, and were far away. She took a deep breath and then moved very slowly performing a running form, it was like taichi. Suddenly, some laughter occurred from the spectators. She stopped and looked at the direction of the laughing in a worried face. Suddenly somebody shouted, "Concentrate!" She
This was her first marathon, and she soon realized there were a lot of spectators watching the runners. They waved their hands and cheered for them. She felt happy running in this setting. She passed through a lot of runners. She found her junior high principal who was cheering by the roadside. She smiled and waved back to him. She passed through another lot of runners. She saw a TV crew in the car which was following her and a female reporter who was shouting something to the camera pointing at her form. Half the distance passed. She had passed through a lot of runners again but she didn't know what order she was in now. She saw a mark of '30km'. Now she guessed she was in a good position because the number of runners in front of her was getting fewer and fewer. But she started to feel exhausted. She saw many children waving their hands to her. They were the children in the park. The boy who had spoken to her shouted. "You are doing great!" She smiled and waved back strongly. She felt herself gaining power. At 35 km, up to there she had passed through another group of runners, but she began to feel more exhausted. Suddenly there was a voice from the roadside. "Form!" She looked in that direction. It was her coach. He ran by her, pointing to her form and shouted. "Form! Form!" She realized her form became bad and soon corrected it. She felt her body become lighter. She thanked him. She heard her coach shout at the end, "You are third!" At 40 km, she saw 2 runners running in the distance in front of her. They were too far to catch up, she thought. She saw the old woman sitting on the pavement in the crowd. Her eyes were closed, and she was frantically murmuring something. She couldn't hear what she was saying but it was firm. @"Is she casting a spell on me? No way!" She smiled. And naturally she changed her gear to another level, where she had never touched. All the spectators loudly cheered for her. They were excited to watch her run. She was happy. She liked her form. She liked running very much. (The End) |
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jostle: to push or knock against someone in a crowd, especially so that you can get somewhere or do something before other people (L)