Race night had arrived and Jayne was walking up to the village hall with her bag. 'God,' she thought, 'so many thin wiry men, and they all look miserable buggers.' She stopped to ask where to enter and was told by a lady in her forties to head inside and register. The race was only three miles long and would all be over in a flash, she thought. Number in hand, she made her way outside and felt alone; David had gone to book a table at the pub ready for later.
Time passed by and the runners all assembled at the start. "My first time this is," she told the lady next to her, "dont worry my dear you will be fine," and in a flash the organiser had shouted "off!" Soon she was gagging on the fellside; the pain in her legs was unbearable to say the least. She had managed to tag near to the kind woman from the start. "How you going?" the woman gasped, "not good..." Jayne replied, "I'm blowing up." "Keep at it - the top is close now..." They both staggered on sweating gasping for air, but then the lady in front shouted her number to the summit marshall. 'Damm, I'd forgotten about that,' she thought and hoped the marshall had noted hers as well.
Before she could think the world had suddenly speeded up; she was hurrying down quickly, her eyes fixed to the rocks beneath her feet, faster now, almost too fast to control, in fact she was out of control, her arms trying desperately to control her balance. Suddenly it all went wrong, she had crashed on her bum; the pain in her left leg hit her immediately; adrenalin kicked in, and she got straight up and carried on, more cautious this time.
Several runners passed her towards the finish and as she hobbled over the line, David greeted her. "My God Jayne, you're bleeding, what's happened?" "Don't worry David it's not too bad, I will be okay."
Half an hour lady she was awarded a spot prize, a tin of biscuits no less.
As the runners departed, she and David wandered back to the pub: once inside a tap on her shoulder revealed the kind lady from the race asking how she had got on: "oh fine but I fell over." "Yes it happens, but you will get better at it, we need more nice ladies on the scene to beat these grumpy men."
Jayne smiled as she and David sat down to eat.
She had caught the bug. As David poured the wine her leg throbbed and she was stiffening up. There would be no funny business tonight; all she wanted was a shower and a hot chocolate.
David looked at her and said: "don't worry, I will give you a massage when we get back to the B&B Jayne.
'How romantic,' she thought and gave him a kiss.
Well, I've been marking stories all bloody night so one more won't make much difference. Not a comprehensive revision, but I've got Year 4s who can write better than that. Don't give up the day job.
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