After a few last long strides, I have crossed that single white line that all my comrades have been focused on: the finish line. At long last, I can let my legs wind down, relax, and enjoy a break. I can celebrate, too; I did well! Why should I not revel in my A-class performance?
Indeed, I can look up on the score board and see my time, written in bright letters, showing how I did. It was not a record-breaking performance, I give you, but I did a great load better than some people ever will, and than most people have.
As I continue to watch the board, however, I can see it already determining who has made it on to the next heat, when and where everyone will have to run for round two. I cannot help but notice my name in for the next heat, and it reminds me that this I have only just run is done; tomorrow, I begin again.
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