HISSSS! Whistling noisily, the wind floats in between the trees. Crowds of parents, friends and family howl; they cheer supportively for their child. Like an erupting volcano, mud splatters everywhere covering everyone near. Stomping into the squishy, brown substance is the feet of the runners who leave deep footprints in it. Grass gets wrenched out of the ground, leaving splotches in certain spots in the field. Athletes faces aflame as they charge through. Children launch themselves over the low, narrow, wooden hurdle. The sky grey-ish white with clouds, loom over everyone bringing a chill to the field. Protecting kids from the mud, is old singlets and shorts. The murky spinach coloured building seems lonely behind the bright faced crowd. Shivering supporters cross their arms to keep the warmth in. parents frown in concentration as they stare at the entrance where the runners should appear through soon. The wind becoming more forceful makes it tougher for the competitors to push on. Sprouting up high splashing people in the face, is the gooey brown liquid, now everywhere. Shoes that are vibrant fun colours now cloaked with mud making them look old and gloomy. The lavatories moss coloured roof, sits there ominously, looking desperate for a fix. Some other people on the sideline are weighed down by the layers and layers of clothing they wear to keep them extra cozy and warm. Mud that is lathered up people's legs is now dry and slowly dropping off them, leaving red marks. Cemented in the ground is the footwear of crowd goers who are now stuck in one spot. Joy on athletes' faces tells everyone how much their enjoying themselves. I wish I could be one of them rolling in the mud, smiles from ear to ear.
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