Molly Brrenson Biography

One Last Try The sweat poured down Molly’s face and burned her eyes as she worried about how the future events would unfold. One last try, she thought. One last try to make it into the Olympics. One last try to show how hard she has worked and pushed to make her way to the top of the podium. Her name is Molly, Molly Brenson. A middle school, high school, and college track all-star. Her whole life, she has been driven to complete the impossible and run as if a cheetah was chasing her. But not only does she succeed in running, she has a smart and brainy personality, a group of friends and family to cheer and promote her in any moment, and a promising life ahead. She is tall, standing at about 5’11 with sandy blonde hair

As the whirling, twirling tornado of worry spun inside of her, she thought about where she would place in this world race.

A cloud of dirt surrounded Molly as she stood aside the track and guzzled a great big water bottle striped with red and blue. The honking cars were heard in the distance in the ever so popular and polluted city of Beijing, China. From head to toe, she was covered in U.S. patriotic colors, including her red and blue Saucony track shoes worn to advocate their sponsorship. She then tightened her laces and threw her mess of hair into a high

Three more events to go, Molly thought. This once in a life time opportunity will happen in twenty more minutes. Suddenly, another gun-shot flew into the air and made Molly jump. She was as anxious as a young child to find out how they did on their test. As if time has flown by, the second gun-shot pierced her ears and the races were over, and now it was her turn. “Runners to your marks” The man called. And just like before the gun-shot was sent into the air as Molly and all of her competitors bolted forward. As she tried to follow all of her rules, she also tried to stay cool. “Just one more lap” She thought. She had to prove herself and today was the day to do it. She was running at about eleventh place, and knew that to make it into the Olympics she had to pick up her pace. Even though speeding up made her made muscles burn, she fought through the pain knowing it would be over soon. Running faster and faster she finally made it up to fifth. Just a little more, she thought. After that moment, she flew to first and carried the U.S. to victory. As she crossed the finish line, a million thoughts crossed her