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Running. I run, every now and then when things in life get tough. Every stride I take releases more stress and anger in my body.

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Running It was a cool November night and there I was running through the smoky populous city of Chelmsford, rows upon rows of cars sped along the narrow concrete roads. Noise from the movement of cars and the odd occasional sound of a horn were to be heard. Among all this chaos and confusion there I was running, running as far away from my troubles as possible. My heart was pounding vigorously against my chest demanding more and more oxygen. Pain was accumulating in the lower part of my legs causing much agony. The only way that I could stop the pain was to stop running but I kept on running. I run, every now and then when things in life get tough. Every stride I take releases more stress and anger in my body. I was now panting, sweat gathered round my chest making my white cotton tee-shirt wet. I could now feel the force of the cool November air as I was making my way down hill. ...read more.


I turned the bend smoothly and now was going through the final two mile stretch. This is usually the hardest part of the race. It depends on the amount of will power I have. This is the stage where the pain intensifies to such an extent that I could hardly feel my shoulders and legs. The only thing that keeps me going is my raw determination, my anger, my will power. "Mum, God damn it leave me alone!" I remember shouting when she told me to do my work. "Just go and mind your own business." I regretted the fact that I shouted. The expression on her face turned to one of utter surprise and disbelief. Her face reddened with anger, "Why do you think I work so hard?" I remember her saying. "It's so that you get a chance in life to get educated and make something of your self!" She explained. "You don't know how hard life is, it's a harsh world out there, if you do not get educated you will probably end up doing a low- paid unskilled labour work, do u want that? ...read more.


I shouted to myself, "No pain! No pain!" I kept instructing my self - in fact the only thing I could feel was pain. One hundred more yards left: "You've done it! Come on!" Finally I finished my run -I was outside my house and I was heavily breathing and sweating. Throughout the whole race all I suffered was pain and anguish- there was times when I thought I was going to stop. However I endeavoured to accomplish the goal I had set for myself. Now all I could feel was complete satisfaction. Maybe, if I set the same attitude towards school work and if I finish tasks in time I would be feeling the same level of satisfaction as I am feeling now. I looked up and saw my mother standing in front of me. "Released all your anger have you?" she asked with a smile on her face. "Yes, I'm calm now!" I replied. "Come on then, I'll make you a cup of tea and then you can get started on your essays!" It's bizarre how the whole atmosphere changes after a four mile run. Nabil Choudhury 11C - Creative essay January 2003 ...read more.

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