Go -
You're going to win
My poles click as I bang the snow from the soles of my boots.
I'm ready -
I climb to the start
Cold air deep in my lungs
I line up in the ruts behind the wand.
Coach rubs my back
You're going to win -
Ten seconds, it echoed through my frost-bitten ears,
Five, four, three and I pushed with all my might,
Throwing my entire body down the hill
Telling myself, You're going to win -
Every gate struck my body hard
Leaving stinging sensations throughout my entire body.
But I was determined, and I kept telling myself,
I am going to win -
The sounds of cracking gates echoed,
As I charged for the finish.
Stepping and skating to get through this jungle,
This jungle of red and blue gates.
I can win this -
Looking ahead, I notice the spectators,
Yelling with encouragement.
My fingers and toes are numb, and my face is stiff,
But that doesn't matter, Acause,
I am going to win -
TWO gates away, ONE ... the FINISH
The clock has stopped, my fingers and toes are warm,
And I am sweating,
But that doesn't matter, BECAUSE
I WON -
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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