Originally Posted from May 5th to Dec 30th, 2013
It was hot. The heat never used to bother him but now it was hard to breath. He had to stop running, catch his breath. He never had to do that before.
The number twenty-eight stuck out in his head. He was the second oldest the program had ever seen. The younger ones were coming around again; they were going to lap him.
Each one passed, younger than the last, each an improvement on the last. He stopped at the side of the path and leaned on a tree, letting them go by. Sweat cascaded off of him, collecting in drops and dampening the dirt. Continue reading