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Athletic run

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Michael Babkin

A runner prepares for an important race amid a roaring crowd. During the race, the runner sprints ahead of several other athletes but begins to lose power near the finish line. Though the runner comes in second, the experience teaches that life is a continuous race that must be seen through to the end.

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Blaring and boisterous stadium is roaring as impatient spectators are waiting for my long- awaited race. Innumerable trainings been led up to this severe competition. The parallel dark-orange tracks are being heated by mighty sun. Rough surface is burning with bright and blind rays of sun. On my way to positions they already escaping behind the crowded arena to the deep and dark forest. Screaming spectators are like mad monkeys that put pressure and hesitant to start this durable race. Cold and freezing pads on my fingers lightly contact warm ground of racetracks. Calm competitors glancing at each other with fearlessly formidable looks. Their predatory red eyes tell me the rush through the race unbeaten and unbroken. A deliberate hand darts in the air. First breath, chill skin of my legs is perspiring; second breath, weak body constantly shaking; third breath, my bones are igniting and I am ready. A judge gives a furious frown look and his shaking hand is about to pull and fire the inconvenient trigger. Bang! Exploding, an adrenalin rush ignites inside of my body; fresh freezing air invades and combusts my throat like a flashing lighting strikes innocent tree. Im sprinting. Few athletes in front of me are dynamically racing till the end like ravenous and ruthless wolves angrily compete against each other for a harmless prey. Hundred meters are left till the finish line. Audience is like barbaric Indians constantly shouting and cheering. Rambunctiously they try to motivate the runners for the upcoming end of a race. My stretched muscles are aching and my fragile heart throbbing underneath my skin. Frightened and suffering fight I have till the end and I wont give up. My legs forcefullypushing myself closer and closer to the finish line. Miraculously I fly the five athletes in front of me like a potent tornado destroys all on the way. Flickering lights blind and guide me to my last checkpoint. Im close to win, close to be a champion like gladiator finally stabs the target with its piercing blade. However the power is extinguishing and I cant make it till the end. Im second. Crowd of agitated photographers and spectators surrounding the unbeaten champion but not me. He is like a god followed by its praying people. This triumph makes him a world champion that no one can beat. Im sitting aloneforgotten on the tracks. My black heart is full of grievance and sorrow that wont leave my mind for the rest of the day. However I understand that a race is my lesson. I refuse to give up because all my life is a big race that I have to complete.
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  • 1. Blaring and boisterous stadium is roaring as impatient spectators are waiting for my long- awaited race. Innumerable trainings been led up to this severe competition. The parallel dark-orange tracks are being heated by mighty sun. Rough surface is burning with bright and blind rays of sun. On my way to positions they already escaping behind the crowded arena to the deep and dark forest. Screaming spectators are like mad monkeys that put pressure and hesitant to start this durable race. Cold and freezing pads on my fingers lightly contact warm ground of racetracks. Calm competitors glancing at each other with fearlessly formidable looks. Their predatory red eyes tell me the rush through the race unbeaten and unbroken. A deliberate hand darts in the air. First breath, chill skin of my legs is perspiring; second breath, weak body constantly shaking; third breath, my bones are igniting and I am ready. A judge gives a furious frown look and his shaking hand is about to pull and fire the inconvenient trigger. Bang! Exploding, an adrenalin rush ignites inside of my body; fresh freezing air invades and combusts my throat like a flashing lighting strikes innocent tree. Im sprinting. Few athletes in front of me are dynamically racing till the end like ravenous and ruthless wolves angrily compete against each other for a harmless prey. Hundred meters are left till the finish line. Audience is like barbaric Indians constantly shouting and cheering. Rambunctiously they try to motivate the runners for the upcoming end of a race. My stretched muscles are aching and my fragile heart throbbing underneath my skin. Frightened and suffering fight I have till the end and I wont give up. My legs forcefullypushing myself closer and closer to the finish line. Miraculously I fly the five athletes in front of me like a potent tornado destroys all on the way. Flickering lights blind and guide me to my last checkpoint. Im close to win, close to be a champion like gladiator finally stabs the target with its piercing blade. However the power is extinguishing and I cant make it till the end. Im second. Crowd of agitated photographers and spectators surrounding the unbeaten champion but not me. He is like a god followed by its praying people. This triumph makes him a world champion that no one can beat. Im sitting aloneforgotten on the tracks. My black heart is full of grievance and sorrow that wont leave my mind for the rest of the day. However I understand that a race is my lesson. I refuse to give up because all my life is a big race that I have to complete.