I dashed up the steps racing to be first . I could still hear the holler of the starting horn echoing in the building. I was in third place just behind my friend in second place. I was puffing hard and was sweating like a dog.
A stitch in my side started forming and became more painful after a while. I darted up past my friend and raced to be in first position. The stitch was now biting in my side and the pain was unbearable but I wanted to come first.Then I saw the finish line and I was first.
Later on, I went home and to my amazement we seemed to be on the television