I was there, at the starting line.
There, waiting for my mile to start.
“I need to pace myself,” I thought.
Once I heard the sound of the gun shooting, I knew my race had begun.
“I need to pace myself,” I thought.
As I came around my first lap I knew I was behind everyone, but that was okay.
I have three laps to go and all I have to do is stay with everyone.

As I came around the second and third lap, I gradually got in front of people.
“I need to pace myself,” I thought.
There were only two runners in front of me as I came up for my final lap.
“I need to pace myself,” I thought.
As we came up through the final straight away of the lap, I blew it past the two runners and into first.
All this energy came from running a good pace.
I did need to pace myself to win.