"Gun, run, win." Her father's words echoed through her head. The adrenaline pumped through her legs as she got into starting position.

           "Gun, run, win." She hoped her breathing would stay even as she had practiced so many times before. One two three, breathe, two three.

           "Gun, run, win." The hurdles loomed before her like giant metal bridges.

           "On your marks," she closed her eyes.

           "Gun, run..." BOOM! She took off. The crowd surrounding the track became blurred. Jump, the finish line seemed a mile away. Jump, her footing was wrong she started to slow down. Jump, the girl in the lane next to her started to catch up. She clenched her teeth, jump, the girl knocked down the hurdle. Jump, she pulled into the lead once more. Jump, the other racers were far behind. On the home stretch, she strained for another burst of speed before crossing the finish line. She fell to her knees on the track, the last thoughts of the race fleeing her mind.

           "Gun, run, win."