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Lee [4]
Third person writing sample:
He'd been running with water in hand, but it was hardly as satisfying as the one he'd pulled out of the cooler he'd packed and kept with his bag. After a long run there was little better than a cold drink and a chance to catch his breath, and though he probably should have sat down, he didn't. Lee planned on doing a few more laps before he declared himself done.

He was feeling good, today. Better than yesterday, and the day before that. The past few days had been spent working on his track course, because he'd the mentality of a sprinter and the body of a long distance runner; he always ran as hard and fast as he could toward the goal without pacing himself. The only problem that stood for Lee was that the goal was far beyond where he could get to running on a single burst of energy. Instead of learning to balance out his speed, distance, and time, Lee just made a point of seeing if he could get those sprints to last for longer periods.

It seemed to be working, but the competition the upcoming Saturday would be the real test. Hopefully he didn't misplace his footing and trip right before the finish line this time, letting a member from some other team pass him by.

It wasn't like that happened often, of course. In fact, it hadn't happened since high school. Lee just got a little overexcited scanning the crowd for a familiar face, a chance of seeing a speck of hair that was unlike any other, and when he saw it he misstepped and wham, hello dirt, you certainly taste delicious today.

She wasn't actually there, and that might have distressed him more than him not placing in the race. Lee ran extra laps, either way.


Other Notes: Got permission to app a third. o/
- Lee might be adopting a pet soon, since his apartment complex allows it. I've yet to decide if its something really weird, or a dog. Considering his PB is pictured with dogs, methinks it'll be a lab. Named Buddy.