For twelve
long months he trained for this day. Pushing ever harder for
that elusive thirty second spot across the dam. Brad even had
the number 32 tattooed a crossed his chest. Carefully he marked
his place in the pack...
"Don't run too fast Brad... my
goal is 32, not 31 nor 30. Twenty ninth place I shall not
be...must maintain just the right pace."
"Don't run too slow Brad... my goal is
32, not higher...must maintain just the right place."
"32!!.. 32!!
32!!" Brad shouts as he
crosses the dam. Hands raised high giving the sign of the number
he so carefully fought for. Thirty two.
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