The race would soon begin, and the thoughts raced through his head at a million miles per hour, “What makes you think you can do this?”. The two minute warning sounded, and Scott began to doubt his ability to finish the race. Even the name ‘Marathon’ made it sound long. He closed his eyes and remembered his Dad, “Don’t tell me, show me”. Words are nothing when not backed up by actions, he reminded himself. His mind quieted, and the chaos stopped. All fell silent. He heard sneakers squeak and the shot that followed. He was off for the win.
