As I round the corner of my last lap, my lungs scream at me to stop, but my legs pull at me to keep going. I know I have to finish because He is waiting for me at the finish line. He was there when I began, and He will be there when I finish because He taught me to never give up. “Always finish what you start.” I imagine Him saying as I get closer to the end. As I draw my last breath of air, I step across the finish line, and fall into His arms. I look into his eyes and whisper to Him, “I love you.” Then, the image of Him in my head floats away and I am left standing alone at the track, with sweat dripping down my neck. I look around to make sure no one has seen me in my fantasy, and rush to get to class. Ah, another morning in paradise.