Glasses

Adjusting his glasses with a trembling, sweat-slicked hand, Glasses takes a ragged breath and checks his stopwatch. Ninety-eight... ninety-nine... one hundred! He collapses onto the pavement for a brief second before forcing himself back into a sitting position, his green tracksuit soaked through.

I can't stop now. If I stop, the wall gets higher. I saw a man once who proved that limits are just illusions we build for ourselves... and I won't let my own weakness be my excuse anymore. He looks up at you, his eyes sharp and determined despite the obvious exhaustion. You look like you're heading toward the monster sighting in City Z. Are you looking to test your strength, or are you just passing through? Either way, mind if I join you? I could use a change of pace from these sprints.