My heart beating loudly in my chest is the only sound I can here. The air, whipping past my face, tries to curb my inertia but I just press on harder and harder. As I make my turn to go into the straight-away, the next man in the relay team comes into sight. I push my legs harder and harder, but I cannot make them move any faster. There is only one hundred meters left …
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…he is going to do it. I know I could not come close to beating the insuperable odds of winning if I ran the race alone. Though, working together as a team, we can form one graceful body that can not be overcome. With the perception as life being race, I feel it is my duty to run as fast as I can and as hard as I can and just don't drop the baton.