The scene at the starting line was intense. Racers were eye-ballin' one another and there was mucho calf muscle-flexin' and IT band stretching in an all out effort to psych out the competition even before the gun went off.
There was a mad dash from the start - it was a sea of flapping arms and legs. Jen decided to play it conservative and let the elbow jabbing and heel juking unfold in front of her. "Those bitches always play that game, but this time I'm just going to let them destroy each other and then, when they least expect it, I'll kick in the after burners and leave em in my dust".
At the half-way turn around Jen pulled her move. Just as "green shirt" slowed a bit to grab a cup of water, Jen turned on the nitro and started flying. "I saw green shirt go for the water and thought - only sissies drink water - so I blasted by leaving her choking on my fumes - It was sick!"
The last two miles coming into town, some fat white dude was slowly gaining - obvioulsy embarrased by getting his ass served up to him by a chick. There was severe pain and anguish on his face as his lower chin was dripping massive amounts of sweat. At the last turn, with only 100 yards left to go, white fat dude dug deep and passed Jen and crossed the finish line exhausted but pumped up by barely beating a girl. "I heard fat white dude on my heels for the last two miles and I could tell by his breathing that he was hurting - I finally let him pass a the end just to save him the humilation".
Overall Jen dished out a serious ass-whoopin' with a time of 2:14 and finished to the roars of the crowd that had gathered to witness this amazing feat.