All hail the winning team.
I love sports, and instead of sprinting, I prefer to jog, but jogging cannot win us the cup, right? So, I knew I had a lot of work to do.
What do they say about someone who has never won? That they put twice the effort of the others to do the things that’s usually easy for other people. So, I gathered all the strengths within me plus the theories I knew about sprinting and got to work.
“Aunty, we cannot fail ooo. We must at least win something this time around”. My students said to me, ready to give it their all and win over their friends in the other teams that had threatened them with the “don’t worry, you’ll be the last team to win a cup as usual”. So, the training started.
Oh, how I ran with my students, hailing, encouraging, and correcting them during practice. Together with the housemaster, we joined hands to prepare them adequately for the D-day.
Prior to the D-day, there were lots of competitions like high jump, long jump, soccer, and volleyball which would all add up to the winnings, and we had tried to fall between being the winning team or the runners up, so, we were super prepared to give our all. However, on the D-day, some things happened.
Our top runners for the 100m and 200m female junior categories fell ill and couldn’t represent, so we substituted. The senior female representative got cold feet and wanted out, but for some encouragement from their ever talented, and sweet housemistress (me) she gained all the courage she needed to go there and put in her best. Our boys were in their best form, so, it was either they won, or they won. They weren’t ready for anything aside from winning.
The race began. First, it was the 100m race for female junior team. We couldn’t present our best, but our representative tried her best even though she fainted at the end of the race. She came third. A win is a win, right? Even though we needed more than a third to beat the topping blue team.
The male 100m race was next and we were the first. In case you are thinking where I could be at those times, I ran halfway with them, then return to the team to carry glucose and water for our sprinters.
200m race for juniors male and female was next, and we did try our best too winning the first and second place respectively. Then, it was the turn of the giants, the seniors.
My best sprinter, Grace got cold feet again on seeing the crowd and her competitors. Truth be told, her competitors were so good, she felt she had no chance of winning. The race started and my baby ran with all her strength to come first! Immediately she won, she ran back towards me and screamed, “aunty! I did it!” oh yeah, she did.
My senior boys? You don’t want to try them. They gave their all and came first too. Then, the relay race followed. It was indeed a sight to behold. I saw my students fight for the top and it was so beautiful to see.
The overall winners were announced, and my team came second. It was indeed a thing of joy.
There was teacher’s race after everything, but I couldn’t participate because I had exhausted my strength running with my students.
This is my entry to #inleo prompt for June with the topic experience with race.
All images are mine.
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