His athletic abs expanded and contracted as he ran. His mouth was open, slightly inflated for the want of air. The shoulder-long hair bounced like the mane of a line. His fists were tightly clenched as he rhythmically treaded over the elliptical track.
As he stepped on the finish line, the crowd went into an uproar. He bent. Resting his hands against his thighs, he was panting. He could see himself on the huge screen in front of the audience.
He is an athlete, a runner. For the name he has garnered for himself, for the people who looked up to him, for how he wanted to prove himself, he ran.
Every new lap, every new race was necessary to reaffirm him of himself. Every time he stretched out his then frail arms as he crossed the finish line, he knew it was the end of a victory. And time for a new lap.
As he stepped on the finish line, the crowd went into an uproar. He bent. Resting his hands against his thighs, he was panting. He could see himself on the huge screen in front of the audience.
He is an athlete, a runner. For the name he has garnered for himself, for the people who looked up to him, for how he wanted to prove himself, he ran.
Every new lap, every new race was necessary to reaffirm him of himself. Every time he stretched out his then frail arms as he crossed the finish line, he knew it was the end of a victory. And time for a new lap.
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