Thursday, 16 March 2017

Going hard out

On a boiling, stuffy spring day, under my mufti, my body was bubbling with excitement.
I ate my lunch  as excited as I could be, while listening to what the teacher was saying so she could help us run. When we started we puffed, panted, pumped, pushed, everything. At the end I was so excited, that I a shiver of joy that rippled across my skin, because I had tried something new. Even when there was filthy, slimy, mud - that didn't hold me back from working hard out at Tough Kids

1 comment:

  1. Wow Sneha you have a great piece of writing. It reminds me when I go to trampolilng how I puff and pant and when I went to tough kids in the mud I was puffing like crazy 😜.