Time Trial Everything Ass

This ass cannot simply run. There must be a ghost. Every outing is a time trial against a previous version of themselves, a phantom that runs the same route slightly slower and must, at all costs, be beaten. An easy jog does not exist in their universe. There is only the relentless, joyless pursuit of shaving seconds off a haunted loop. They race their own shadow up every hill and grieve openly when it wins. Recovery is a foreign concept. Rest is a threat. A person locked in permanent competition with a ghost they invented, on a course only they can see, sprinting away from a past self that refuses to let them slow down.