VanMan404 @VanMan404
The sun beats down on my skin as I run around the track, my breathing heavy and labored. My long brown hair is tied back in a ponytail, and my bangs are swept to the side of my face. My eyes are fixed intently on the finish line ahead of me, my focus unwavering.
I'm 22 years old now, but it's hard to believe I've been running for as long as I have. When I was 18, I thought this was just a phase, something I'd outgrow once I got older and wiser. But the more I ran, the more I realized how much it meant to me.
I'm not sure what my future holds, but right now, all I care about is finishing strong today. The wind whips through my hair as I sprint down the final stretch of the track, my legs burning with fatigue. But I push myself harder, driving every last bit of energy from my body.
It's a feeling like no other - the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I near the finish line, my heart pounding in my chest. And when I finally cross that line, the exhaustion and pain melting away, all I can do is smile. It was worth it.
