Tunnels #2
Madison stayed with Candy as the clock counted down. Constantly hopping and stretching, she was anxious with both eager and nervous energy. The more she moved, the more the soreness faded into the background, but she knew it would affect her run. It didn't matter. Shadow gave two acceptable outcomes and one not acceptable. Not acceptable was to dog it and have to do it over. Acceptable ends were finish strong or get carried out to Med Tech. She was going to go strong and the only way she wouldn't finish that way, was if they had to carry her out.
Strong runs, biathalons, triathalons, endurance courses, Madison was no stranger to any of that. This was a little different. It wasn't an athletic even where planning and pacing were teh difference between winning or losing. This was to train for an escape. Her skeeter had crashed and the enemy was hot on her heels. Catching her would mean torture and probably death. They would come fast. Pacing herself would get her captured. She had to run hard, just below peak and use willpower to go past exhaustion. If this was real, she might be injured and would almost certainly be a bit battered from the crash or pod out. At least she had that extra bit of reality accounted for.
From the way everyone was now getting ready, Madison could tell the run was about to start. But then the strobes started and everyone took off. She was caught a bit off guard, but the first few steps wouldn't matter in the end. Once she got going though, that faded soreness came right back and it was worse than she thought. Fighting through that pain took a lot of will, and though she kept moving, it seemed most were passing her. But she knew that the race was against herself and so she stayed focused on finding a stride that hurt the least and that kept her moving.