Satisfied?
he sprints to the end of the field then back the other end.
runs through the tires. huffing and puffing again...and again.
sweat dropping like rain. he is not doing it for the fame.
he does it to be a better athlete.
he cannot withstand the taste of defeat.
but after he is finish. he stares at himself in the mirror.
looks at himself clearer.
he knows he can do more.
so he goes back at it again, until he drops dead to the floor.
hufffing and puffing again....and again.
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