I have finished the bend and am on the final straightaway; I am a little over halfway done and the end of the race is quickly coming into view. My efforts are increasing; I have little time to put space between those behind me and myself, and even less to close that distance between the leaders. I can imagine the commentators going about a mile a minute, trying to keep up with the action as us runners push the ground away with every fiber of our being.
I cannot help, however, but look beyond the finish line, to the brackets and the future; this is only the first heat. There will be several races after this, and I cannot expect them to all go as smoothly and without incident like this heat has. I've seen my strengths and weaknesses tested, and my ability on the curve is being compared to that on the straightaway; I'm considering which lane has the curve that best suits my abilities, and wondering how best to secure that lane in future heats.
In a way, the end is coming; in another, this is still just the beginning.
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