The lungs gave way. I couldn’t feel my knees. A river of sweat ran down my back. My bones were making all sorts of noises. Just a little more to go, I said.

No one remembers second-best

Yeah you. That's you, loser.

All that effort was for nought. Standing on the podium, I absent-mindedly scratched my medal, hoping it would turn to gold someday.

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