What is Harry. (100 word story)

Your favorite runner charges energetically towards the finish line just a few feet away, almost within reach.┬áHe can see it, you can see it. He’s the one running yet you have his energy, his enthusiasm, his spirit. That moment of silence, you’re holding your breath, heart pounding, blood rushing, pupils dilating, temperature rising, skin trembling, anxious legs. The earth becomes still, the winds stop blowing, you lose track of time, you forget everything else in the world and you set your eyes on the finish line. That moment, that one split second you truly feel alive, THAT IS HARRY!

A pen for my mind.