Here I am again at Finsbury Park with green fields, frost, and all I want to do is start running. The gun goes everyone charges to the front with battered caravans passing on the road. Running past everyone hoping I'm in the top 50, the mud suck's my shoe but it luckily doesn't fall of but then I go into the last corner sprint past 10 people and collect my ticket. My ticket feels so heavy because I can't feel my hands. I come 22nd in front of all my school friends so i go over and start cheering my friends.