The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

said. “I’m finishing it.”

He stepped back onto the course.

At first, he could barely jog.

His legs felt borrowed from somebody else.

His arms throbbed from carrying Madison.

His side cramped so sharply he had to press one hand against his ribs.

Runners kept passing him.

Every one felt like a door closing.

By the time the crowd noise returned, Marcus no longer continue reading …