At the end of the fifth 800, I can no longer stand to watch. I call out to her, and I know by the panicked look in her eyes as they meet mine that she's going to pass out. I'm sprinting toward her before she's even begun to fall, but she’s on the ground before I reach her. I was worried the last time this happened, but now it’s a different sort of thing, bordering on panic, because I care a little more than I should.
