Running
The wind blowing in your face
The sweat dripping in your eyes
Your legs are screaming for mercy
The last stretch seems to go for miles
You near the end, cheering
All you can hear is cheering
All you can feel is the burning in your lungs
You have come this far, why stop now?
You cross the finish... Joy
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