Run Faster, Macy!

So my partner's sister, she's got this saying, see?  Towards the end of races, you know, she, uh, uh, she like to yell out, ehm, "Run fast-faster, Macy!"  And I, well, I think that makes pretty good se-sense, see what I mean?  It's that, just, that I've run with her the whole time.  For, like, for months.  All season.  I've made her feet, well, her feet feel o-o-okay for dozens of workouts.  And now, now it's her turn.  Sh-she's gotta work for me.  I can-can't win without her.  And, boy, have, uhm, have week worked hard.  So I give her a little, well, a little extra spring on that last-last lap.  And we kick it together, you know?  We pu-push and fi-ight because we, well, we know how long we've been training.

But the ra-race isn't the end of it.  I love to, uhm, to run on those long runs.  I get to, well, I get to see the world.  And if, if we walk in mud, we get to leave our print for-for the world.  We-we get to see all the world using ou-our feet.  Sorry to st-stutter.  Today's an off day for running, uhm, because of the race yesterday.  So I'm, well, I'm a little jittery.  But you-you know that when she starts running again, sh-she'll be full of energy too.  And, and we'll just hit the road.  We'll, well, we'll fly across the streets of Lexingt-ton and enjoy the change of season.  I'll crunch, uhm, crunch the leaves and feel so free...