... off, breaking my concentration. What if...? It was racing with thoughts of uncertainties, fear and doubt. Winning was not a problem, it was making a mark in today's event that was the challenge. If I were to just simply run this race, it would be like leaving my footprints along the beach. Tide and time would wash away those marks - someone else may beat my timing some other time, and I would be nothing. Or, I could imprint my hands onto the blocks of semi-wet cement in Hollywood, and there, I would stay forever - just like my name would be a new barrier for any other inspired runner, aiming for a record. The sun's heat beat down upon us, sending endless streams of torment and torture. It was unusually hot, and it worried me even more. This race was not against each other, it was a race against ...

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