[ WP ] Someone is running , the heavy panting and sweat soaked shirt indicated that s/he had been running hard for quite some time .

there he stood he looked like he had been through hell, his shirt was tight but pulled to the side and disheveled as if he had been running from something. He looked fit, the legs of an ox and the body of a greek god truly man to be feared if angry. There he stood though broken and the pain searing through from his very core I could feel the grinding of his teeth from and hear the chattering of his bones. He looked like he was going to collapse at any moment, some one came and handed him a wet towel to cool him down and some strange looking food that he quickly scarfed down as if he had n't eaten in days. I stood there just trying to understand, to fathom, to even begin to relate to the pain and agony he had just been through. There was nothing in my life that I had ever done that had made me feel like that, yet there was this flicker of a flame maybe just a shadow of an idea to follow in his footsteps and to see if I was worthy or capable of the tremendous feet that he had achieved. But why? why on this planet would anyone do something like this. This man who had just shown great courage and strength and whom looked as though he could battle the monsters of this planet single handedly had been wrecked by it as if he had walked through a furious tornado and been hucked out the other side. Why? would I dream or desire to decimate my body in such a grandiose way. I look back at him again and see that he is now seated in a chair and someone is tending to him but still he has glazed look in his eye and is taking large bites out of some other strange food and gasping for air in between each large chew, all the while just trying to get some food down to return his body to a state of normalcy. I am torn do I spend time and effort to achieve what so many find impossible and crazy or do I simply remain lazy and continue my life in the same way I have day in and day out without pushing my body to the limits that maybe I to can achieve...... I'll do it! I'll see what I can do I shall put my body and mental sanity on the line to turn my body into a machine I shall endeavor to go harder and faster than I ever have before. So I walk over to the man I see and I hold out my hand saying thank you for encouraging me. He looks up with a confused look and says your welcome and shakes my hand. I will probably never see him again and I do n't know his name nor does he know mine but because of him I am going to start training for my first marathon. 
 
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