More Cross Country stories and poetry...

Nick's Poem:
Cramps in my stomach as I
Run the winding roads and hills
Overlooking tawa.
Street signs around every corner,
Soon you`ll lose track of where you are

Countless minutes running.It`s
Over the top.I have 3 words to describe it...
USLESS CROSS COUNTRY!
Nobody wants to run steep hills & winding roads, but remember...
T
R
Y

Amy's Poem:
COUNTING DOWN FROM 5
RUNNING ALONG PATHS, GRASS AND ROADS
ONLY WISHING FOR THIS TORTURE TO END
SECONDS TURN TO MINUTES
SO ANNOYED, I'D RATHER DO THE BEEP TEST

COULD THE TEACHERS ALL RUN THIS?
ONLY THE STUDENTS
URGING FOR A DRINK
NOW AT THE FINISH
TWO KM OF NOTORIOUS RUNNING HAS FINALLY ENDED
RUNNING THIS AGAIN NEXT YEAR, I CAN'T WAIT
YEAR RIGHT!!!

Eden's Story:
Everyone groans as Mister Westphall says "Alright this Morning we are going to run the cross country course, and remember A for attitude. Its cross country term which means running whatever the weather. as we start people run and jog at different speeds I’m jogging in the middle slowly picking up the pace we get to Miss King at the first road and then the hills start.as you are nearing the top the cold air suddenly attacks your throat freezing it, But you keep running all the same, down the other side of the hill and up another one and down along and up until its finally over your lungs are burning and your face is red, but even though I’m not first I am proud of myself for trying

Sydney-May's Story:
I stare we all stare as we hear that dreaded anouncement,"you are all going to run cross country"Mr Westphall explains with a smile on his face.So we all run off down the rugged path,across the sealed road.Up the hill, first of many, looking up at the sneering houses as we are willed to go on.Up to the top of the hill obstacles blocking my way,as intermediate students swarm up the hill knocking everything out of the way. Oh well thats typical cross country just how i remember it.

Malin's Story:
"Why again?" We ask ourself. We surely don't need to run everyday.The groaning got louder as Mr Westphall's lips were moving bit by bit.
It got worse too, not only did we have to run the whole cross-country, we had to do a short block run too! A for attitude was Mr Westphall's saying, so there's no arguments.


The boys normally start first, and running in the burning rays of the sun isn't easy. What I couldn't believe was that some people ran it in their jersey's! Take-off, we ran the cool breeze smacked our faces red or it might have been the effort that we put into it.

As we crossed the finish line, most of us either lined up at the drinking fountain or ran to the toilet.

I actually feel good after a long run, but remember "Pain is your friend!" as Mr Westphall says!

Jaimie's Description:
I charge up the hill, feeling blood in my throat as I struggle to breath. I run hard and fast making certain I come first. My feet are throbbing but I race faster still, knowing the faster I run, the quicker it will stop. My heart is thumping, like the beat of an awful drummer. I think about something else and leap down a hill. My nose is clogged up but I have to get air. I stare at the wonderful scenery of graceful birds who probably don't have a care in thee world and multicolored flowers that any other day I would stop to marvel at, but not now. I see the finish line up ahead and start to sprint, faster and faster, until I collapse at the end.

Elissa's Poem:
C ross-Country
R unning hard
O n going
S trengthening the leg mussels
S tamina

C ommanding
O omph
U ?
N ?
T iring
R apidity/ pace
Y ?