After the cultural performance, the teachers and classmates of our audio-visual education group moved the camera equipment back to the TV center. Sue said, "Alas, our last sports art festival is gone." Yes, time flies, and the two-and-a-half-day sports art and technology festival is coming to an end. Two days have passed, and in retrospect, our class's PE performance is not so good. I am also very dissatisfied with my performance. On Friday morning, I pushed aside most of the work of the TV station and sat at the starting point of 1500m to take photos, in order to start the 800m race for girls in Grade 2 at 10: 30. The sunshine is smiling at me and the grass is waving to me. I am full of confidence in today's game. "The next day, the women's 800 meters were recorded for the first time!" I was surprised, but then I calmed down: 800 meters is an endurance review, I can do it! After doing enough warm-up exercises, I set foot on the starting line of the 800-meter race ... "Take your positions and get ready-bang". On hearing teacher Yang Biao's orders, we ran like rabbits. I took advantage of the first position, but it didn't last long. When running together, the left thigh began to cramp and was forced to slow down. However, cramps are getting worse. After running nearly 300 meters, I tilted to the left and fell on the plastic track. Teacher Jiang saw it. Come and help me massage. The cramp pain didn't make me cry. However, a strong sense of responsibility and honor left me with two lines of tears: I am useless. I thought this 800-meter race would give my class extra points and win glory, but I didn't expect something to happen ... The sun is still shining, but I just think it's laughing at me, and the number plate "9" on my chest seems to be a heavy burden. ...