There was no escape. She gazed ahead, ready for the gun to trigger her fate. As it fired, she heaved the oars back and took the first stroke.
Dwayne, remembering the key to many sports, followed through a little too well when trying to best his roommates in the farting competition.
Her leg cramped up at mile 25, but the burn in her shin faded as she crossed the finish line limping. 316th place felt like gold.