I run, seeing nothing but the open track just in front of me. Other feet keep a steady cadence alongside me. I don’t know how many runners might be ahead of me, or behind. The pack is a creature of many colors, breathing and jostling around me. The pace quickens, and we bear down. Only then does the creature break apart, and string out. I feel the gentle curve that initiates the last 200 meter drive for home, and the final sprint down the straightaway. Now I am running against individuals, but who? Who was that who just passed me? Who am I gaining ground on ahead? Who cares, I say to myself. Knowing their names doesn’t make it easier to beat them. I can’t see the finish line. I cross it. I lean over, gasping. I feel someone, a rival, take my hand. We jog around the track together, trying to get our wind back, and wait for the or Marla Runyan. [download]
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