I know that even the first-prize winner might not have attempted something like this. Nevertheless, I felt compelled to write it, and so I did. If you feel like reading it, please do! It was still dark. I could barely fumble through the misty night. A chill shook me out of my bed. I hurried to check the clock, and it was still twelve. I should not miss the bus at three forty-five a.m. Now, three more hours to sleep. But I was not sure if I could wake up in three hours exactly. So, I still couldn't get a good sleep all through the night. The struggle carried on. And sharp at three, I woke up. Sorry, I was still awake. After a quick shower, I got ready, wearing my rattling nerves. My children stumbled up to me crying. They wanted to come too. I picked two and dropped one. I hurried to the bike. Forgot to carry my ID. Halfway there, I remembered I was missing something. That was the BIB number- the ID. And I couldn't afford to miss it, because without it I could not run. So I turn...