Oh? He was fast alright, some say incredibly quick. But no matter what you called him he'd just keep running.. and running... and running.... sometimes sprint. Running for whom? Some say it was for his mother who could no longer walk, others say it was merely to stay fit. Whatever the story, he didn't care. They'd never truly get it. For he wasn't running for others, and it didn't bother him how much they stared. And at the end of the day, no matter how fast he moved, in the back of his mind he always knew, that the finish line wasn't coming up anytime soon.