My brothers and I went to a race today in Fife. When I got there it looked a bit damp, but that wasn’t going to beat me. I felt “competitive”. When I started I was going slow, and then I turned around the corner. There was a gate with a nice marshal. The marshal told me to run up the hill and follow the flags, and then after about twenty flags I saw another marshal. He told me to keep going up until I saw another marshal named Dave. Dave told me to go around the top that wasn’t that long, and then he told me to go down the hill to another marshal. Then I ran all the way down and I saw all of the people who had finished the race so I sprinted to the end and got juice and chocolate. We had lots of fun.