The competitors line up at the start line,
And they are ready to run their hearts out.
The spikes of the racers begin to shine,
The crowd rises up and begins to shout.

The starter takes the racers to their marks,
While they begin mentally preparing.
You run like you are being chased by sharks,
But if you fall no one’s even caring.

When done, you line up to get your placing,
The judges stand and hand you your ribbon.
You cant wait to get back and start racing.
You cant believe your eyes what you have won.

When the meet is all over you are done
You can never believe that you have won.