As you anxiously look at the track, you see steep hills spread across the landscape. But as you start running you realise it's way worse than that. You have to start dodging cow poo and struggle to keep your shoes clean when you are walking over the mud, and while you are doing all that you have to run a tough course, that tires you out.
The mud is glue, grasping at your feet, wanting to pull you in. As you carry on, you find it harder and harder to breathe as you sprint over the track. After what seems like hours of running up and down massive hills, you leap over a hay bale and enter the shadowy forest.
The path is very windy, after an eternity of running downhill among the tall trees, you see light through the big green branches, and start sprinting towards the end. Everyone cheers you on as you cross the finish line and you feel relieved that you just completed the hardest race of the year.
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