He’d worked long and hard and now, the moment was here: the Running of the Train. This year he was sure to beat the steel monstrosity. A horn sounded in the distance. It was nearly time. He steadied himself and took up a running position, prepared to start the moment the train reached the starting line. It roared up the tracks. Three, two, one… He surged forward, only to feel the laces of his sneaker snap. He fell flat on his face. Damn. Next year.