Raven POV:
If you're expecting me to suddenly get some magical stamina boost—like the stories where the underdog finds hidden strength, the music swells, and they run like possessed wolves, leaving dust clouds and shocked gasps behind them—yeah, no. Wrong book. Wrong girl. That's not me.
Me? On my fifth lap, I died. Not literally—though, honestly, it felt like it—but in spirit, in flesh, in body, in soul. Everything inside me screamed, we're done here. My muscles burned like someone lit them on fire with dragon flames. My thighs were seizing up, my calves said goodbye to me, and my lungs? Oh, those traitors gave up back at lap two. By lap five, they were just along for the ride, wheezing like broken bagpipes.
