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 …showed first 75 words of 587 total…

…showed last 75 words of 587 total…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.