I’m running fast, as fast as I can, can’t catch me I’m the gingerbread man!
So grateful for the Adidas trainers from last summer, Olympic sponsors of the games. Even so, my knees burn with every foot fall and my chest feels ready to explode as my body powers me on. Another 50 metres and I can hear my heart beat pounding in my head; every breath feels like I’m sucking in tar.
I can hear them behind me, six others also competing in the race of their lives. Pants and grunts signal their pursuit but I still have a couple of metres on them, and that’s all it takes to win.
I must keep running, faster, harder than I’ve ever run before. This could be my last chance.
Pickpocketing at the games, if I get caught again after the riots I’ll get sent down for sure.