
I find myself running the wrong way from the starting line when the gun goes off. I am frantically trotting with one foot in my Mizuno Wave Ronins and the other in my Nirvanas. I am not even sure if they are tied. Somehow I catch up to the field only to find myself running through a stairwell. My legs get so tired that I have to pull myself up with a rope, and several times I stop to talk to people I have never seen before
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