He takes his black suit off, tie and all.
After putting on a t-shirt, shorts, and tennis shoes, he gets down at the line.
Head bowed, eyes closed, he waits for it: "Ready, set…"
Pow!! And then he's gone.
The crowd erupts with cheers.
However, he hears nothing but his own breathing.
For him there is no slowing down.
He's running towards something only he can see.
He laced up his shoes and took off his suit.
He can run fast, maybe even faster.
