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Annabelle of course got to stand in the rustic chariot He could hear her back there shouting encourage all hot and sweaty so exhilarating? He jogged each , but that was for the health benefits, not because he enjoyed it His favorite part of running hen it was over He was more than fine with a tall cold drink and his laptop

Lucky for hiaze on the finish line He’d told Annabelle not to get her hopes up for winning He was definitely not a sprinter, but now that the race was under way, his competitive streak prodded him onward

He looked to his right They’d passed that tealanced to the left to find two guys They were slightly ahead

“Go, Grayson!” Annabelle cheered In his“We can do this!”

She was right, he could catch them Adrenaline flooded his veins

He just had to push harder This wasn’t so bad In fact, he kind of liked it

“Grayson, straighten up”

He glanced forward and realized that he’d listed to the left Oops But it wasn’t such an egregious error that it couldn’t be fixed He just had to stay focused The further they went, the heavier his load beca muscles burned, but he refused to slon Annabelle was counting on him

His breathing ca more seriously in the future Who knehen the next chariot race would pop up? He’d laugh, but he was too tired

He was running out of energy Still, he kept putting one foot in front of the other The finish line was just a little farther Keep going Just a little farther

He

Could

Do

It