Fast Run Tournament

Every Sunday, I always go to the stadium to run. After running, I go to the gym to work out. I love working out because this is my hobby.

One day, I see a billboard. There is an advertisement about Fast Run Tournament. The moment I read it, my heart beats faster. The tournament will be held in two weeks, and the prize is a big golden medal — something I have always dreamed of.

I go home with the image of the billboard still stuck in my mind. That night, I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking.
 “Should I join? Am I good enough?”

But the next morning, as soon as my feet touch the track, I feel the familiar excitement. The wind, the smell of the stadium, the sound of my steps — everything reminds me why I love running. At that moment, I decide: I will join the Fast Run Tournament.

For the next two weeks, I train harder than ever. I improve my speed, my breathing, and my stamina. Sometimes I feel tired, but I never stop, because I know every step brings me closer to the finish line.

Finally, the day arrives. The stadium is crowded with runners and supporters. My heart is pounding, but I take a deep breath and focus.

“Ready… set… go!”

I run as fast as I can. My legs burn, my lungs scream, but I keep going. When I reach the last turn, I hear people cheering. I push myself one last time.

And then — I cross the finish line.

I don’t know if I win or not, but I smile. Because today, I beat my fear. Today, I run with everything I have.

A few moments later, the announcer calls my name.
 I freeze.
 I won second place.

I hold my silver medal proudly. It shines under the sunlight, and so does my heart. This is not the end — this is only the beginning of my journey.