Stuck Between Two Walls

The rays of sunlight blasted before us all. Slowly draining the little bit of energy we had left. There wasn't even the slightest hint of breeze. It all seemed so quiet, so still. This one mile run appeared to be endless.
I looked back and noticed the large, ominous, red and white cloud of bodies: getting closer and closer. I tried to run, I tried to escape. But like quicksand the harder I tried, the deeper I sank. My legs started to give in; I no longer looked back. I could not tell which was worse: the fear or the exhaustion.
Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim. Filled with hope, I raced to this mysterious object. It was a he, and it was moving much faster than I was. So much, that for once I could not reach it. For the first time, I could not take what was rightfully mine. I couldn't take grasp of the much deserved prize. I was chasing after something; I could never catch up to. I wanted, what I could not have.
I wasn't going to aim for second place; I was in it to win it. Stuck between two walls closing in. Two bodies different in size but with the same goal: to make it to the finish line first. My heart was racing; I needed to get out. This was no longer: "I'm not going to last four laps," it was ,"I'm not going to last running around the corner."
I just wanted it to end, no more running. No more Coach Henter coaxing us to do better. No more blistering sun. I just wanted someone to put me out of my misery. So the pain would slowly wash away. And finally someone did, the boy who made it in first place. The guy who beat me to it.