Goal Oriented

My name is "Begin with the end in mind". I once met a girl named Marion, vivid, determined and dreamer she was. Let me tell you her story.
"When she was just a girl, she expect the WORLD.", Marion sang as she tied her shoes.
"Life goes on and gets so heavy." She continued singing as she picked her bag up and left the home.
She jogged on her way to school, as usual. It was Marion's first day of the 7th grade. All of her classmates were very excited for the new beginning.
The teacher asked each of the kids about their mottos.
'Aims? Goals? They don't exist! Miss Barry.' Heather chuckled.
'Even if they do. It's too early to think of a goal.', he continued.
Marion smirked as she listened to Heather and some other kids who thought it was too early to think of what they intended to do with their lives.
Eventually it was Marion's turn.
'I want to be a professional athlete. A Marathon runner.' Her eyes gleamed.
'The fastest woman on earth.' She whispered.
Miss Barry was impressed and clapped.
'Wow Marion! That's amazing. You need to work hard. Really hard.' Her teacher said.
'Really really hard. Loser.' Heather exclaimed and whole class laughed.
Marion smiled too. As if she cared, she thought to herself.
'You should rather change your plans. I guess you will grow fat. Because there's a general trend of obesity in your family. Fat people, running a marathon. Sounds crazy?', Elsa, Marion's best friend mocked her after the class.
"Now don't you understand! I'm never changing WHO I AM!", Marion sang as she jogged back home.

'You don't care what people say. You don't care.', She spoke as she looked at the mirror.
'You're going to be a Marathon runner, Marion. I know you can do this.', she told herself.
Tying her shoes, she sang.
"I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones. Enough to make my system blow."
She went out and ran on the sidewalks of her street. After running for an hour all across the block, she stopped.
"I'm radioactive. Radioactive." She whispered as she walked back home. 

'Realization. Determination. Execution. Realization. Determination. Execution.' Marion, now 20, spoke as she looked at the mirror in the dressing room. She was almost there. Just a step behind from the execution of her dream.
"In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes. In the night the stormy night away she'd fly." She mumbled as she took her stand on the track.
'Ladies and gentlemen! Greetings. Today we've gathered for the Finals of 1000m Marathon. This is Olympics.....' The person on the PA system spoke. 
'All the contestants take up their places .'
'Get ready.'
Marion closed her eyes. Took a deep breath.
"This could be Para-para-paradise." She whispered for the last time.
As soon as the bullet was fired, the race begun. Marion believed in consistency. She knew that the key to success in a 1000m marathon was slow pace during first 5 laps. A brisk running in next 3 laps. Execution was for last 2 laps. She could see everyone leading her during first 4 laps. But she was determined. Gradually, the runners grew tired and slowed. Marion worked on her plan.
Marion was now on her second last lap. Some runners were still running their 6th lap. She took a deep breath and with all the power she had gathered since years, she geared herself up. She zoomed across the last two laps. She could hear the crowd applauding and the commentator exclaiming.
'I am here. Yes! I'm here.' She shouted as she crossed the finish line. Felling to her knees, she couldn't keep her tears back. She was exhausted. Her feet ached.
But she had done it. She dreamt it years ago. She was determined to make her dream, a reality. She finally executed her dream.