The Race to Victory

           "Junior division for the second heat, please get into your designated lanes for the race", said the announcer. I walked over to the 6th lane and looked around to see my opponents. Three of them were on my team, with their maroon and gold tanks and maroon shorts on. They appeared to be excited for this 200 meter dash, but I knew myself that inside they were worried about the outcome of it, just like I was looking at our opponents. Our rival, Noble had expressions on their faces like we were going to be a piece of cake to demolish. "Ready up fellow sprinters, the race is going to commence shortly." I set my hands just before the white line and stretched out my legs till my feet fell flush with the fronts of the blocks. I took a few heavy breaths to relieve myself and looked ahead at the finish line. It looked to be about a mile away. "Runners on your mark", said the guy with starting gun. At this point I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. "Get set, bang." I launched myself forward from the blocks with a mighty force and thrusted my arms back and forth. At this point from what I could see in front of me, there were only three people ahead of me. I started breathing heavily and could feel the exhaustion coming on. All I told myself is to keep pushing and I will be successful as long as I try. Already half the race has gone by and I have only passed one Noble runner. I started picking up my speed, confident in myself to win this race. I passed another Noble runner and only had one runner left to pass, one of my teammates. 30 meters left and I was golden to win this race. My heart was pounding even harder now and I was having a very difficult time breathing. My teammate wast only about three feet ahead of me and I kept telling myself that I can do it. 10 meters left and I was even closer this time with about a foot gap between the runner and I. 5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters. Only half a foot to go and I would pass him. 2 meters, 1 meter, and we both passed the finish line side by side. On the scoreboard it showed, Spencer, first place. To me at that moment, all I cared about was that I gave it all I got.