The horn blares and my heart knows only one thing.
I must run.
I speed up, my feet pounding on the hard ground.
Faster.
I see them ahead of me, and I must pass them.
Faster.
My arms pump frantically. I breathe quickly.
Faster.
I am not first, and the end is nearing.
Faster.
I must hurry; I have seconds left.
Faster.
I hit the ribbon, and my heart knows only one thing as people surround me.
Victory.
