As the leaves rustled the summer sun beat down throughout Christchurch. It was the day, the day that I defended my championship title in the ling distance race. The competitor's gathered around the starting line preparing themselves for the toughest race ever primary school sports. I slowly took a deep breathe and tightened my loose ponytail. Finally the official blew the whistle, 'take your marks. <y heart was racing, 'Set'. I knew I had to give it my all. "Go!' The crown immediately roared. It was a long and tiring race. 'Ahhh, Ouch!' What was I meant to do now?