I stand on the start line waiting…just waiting. My heart is pounding a million miles per hour as I stand there waiting anxiously for the gun to go off. My hands and legs are shaking so much that I almost stumble over. The uncertainty of not knowing when the gun will go off is killing me. I stand there thinking to myself, so, what lies ahead of me is a white chalk finish line that everyone has to cross. If I cross the finish line before the rest of the runners I could win a medal or a ribbon.(Savannah)