His legs felt heavy and burned.
His chest heaved, struggling for air.
His heart raced like never before.
Step by step, he drew closer to his destination.
After years of failing to finish, he was thirty feet away. All he had to do was not fall. If he stopped running, he wouldn’t get started again.
Failure wasn’t an option. This was his last race, and he wanted to finish at least one marathon.
The crowd’s cheers pounded against his ears as he watched his body continue on its own.
Until then, he hadn’t realized he never felt his heart explode.