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