The last hundred yards are the hardest.
Anguish fills my body,
dizziness occupies my senses,
and only the will to win elevates me to complete the race.
I am finally on my final lap.
It was now literal pain that stung my body,
mainly my arms,
which felt like metal bars.
But I take everything I have in the tank,
and push harder, harder, harder,
and touch the wall with the agility of my normal self.
Time: 5:31:94.
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