5K

"Attention runners!" We are going to begin in precisely seven minutes, so please check to make sure that you have your chips, and be ready to run by 9:30!"

The intercom crackled off, and Mick stood near the front, ready to lead the pack. He only got to do three or four 5Ks every year, so when he did them, he loved it.

After a few more minutes of everyone bustling around, finding a spot in the line of almost 300 runners, the guy running the microphone came over the speakers again, and started a big countdown clock for one minutes. As the last few seconds came upon them, the spectators, who were lined up down the starting lane, started counting down.

"5, 4, 3, 2…. 1!" The runners took off with the honk of an air horn, and Mick began leading the pack.

After about a half mile, Mick let a few people to pass him, but he planned on getting right back up there.

3.1 miles seemed short in theory, but as Mick approached the marker that said 2.5 miles, he realized that he was probably in 10th, but he started to feel like he didn't care. As a 12 year old girl passed him, he decided that was enough. He took the strength that he had pounded into himself and forced his legs to run faster.

The 3 mile marker never looked better. He took one last sprint, mustering up the last of his energy, not even aware of what place he was in. As, he ran through the flagged little banners, he felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, and an over whelming urge to pass out in the grass. He slowly sat down on the curb, and looked around him, only to realize that eight or nine people had finished before him. But much to his surprise, he didn't really mind. He had really pushed himself today, and succeeded. And succeeded is a synonym for won, so he had won, right?

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