Being a sports leader

 

Every Friday I

I use my middle block time to train the juniors to help them succeed in the cross country! 

They are so cute but don't really under stand how to play stuck in the mud they usually tag some one and then go under them cute ay!

In this photo we are making them go around the out line of wear they can stay inside while playing sea weed

I love coaching them and hope they do well in the cross country race!!

My poem about our cross country

                                                             

                                                            

    Cross country by Holly.P

Crazy supporters yell and scream as we start the race.

Really thick and sticky mud grabbed my sneakers pulling them down.

Over hills and around bends looking at the marvellous view up ahead.

Super tired kids struggle through the track the view left us gobsmacked .

Smelly feet covered in poo leaving traps don't stand on them or slip in the crap.

Cross country runners run proud across the finish line.

Orange vest helpers are thanked and rewarded with tasty sausages covered in tomato sauce .

Up the hill to the finish finally done let's celebrate and cheer

Nacked kids proud of their effort are so loud on the blue

The kids had fun and the parents met up with old friends smiles around the paddock never ends .

Delightful views scattered with sheep the end of the paddocks could never end.

Races start and races end but I was glad that bus had left ( with us inside it ).

Yucky smells filled the bus but none of us were in a rush because the race had finished at last and that was definitely good enough!!!

     

The mud run.

Writing: Free Writing

Persuasive

I jumped into the goo. It was brown and sticky. It wasn’t deep until I took a few more steps.

I waded through a deep pool of muddy water. The suction of the mud wrapped around my legs pulling me down and holding my feet tightly. I shook my feet rapidly setting them free.

Mud oozed through my legs.

The next part was easy. The mud was only up to my knees while before it was up to my chest.

I stepped slowly towards a big man with his name sewed onto the top of his blue t-shirt. I scanned the name on the t-shirt “ Max Atienza “ I said repeating it thinking I know that name. Then I remembered its my old mate. “ HEY MAX OVER HERE” I shouted  making him jump and get mud up to his neck.”Awwww hey mate how are you” he said as I ran towards him reaching out for a man hug.” Fancy I see you here ay “ I chuckled.

The man hug was very muddy and sticky but we are men not chickens.

We set off following the strangers leading us towards the end finding a white flag blowing around.

It was then end. We hoped out and jump into the sea 20 meters away from the mud run. It was cold but nice.

For me I found that it was harder getting out the mud then getting in!!!