Chapter 25 — The Finish Line of Years Gone By

Son completed his five-kilometer category in twenty-two minutes, a modest achievement compared to the heyday of professional competition, but enough for him to fully feel the pure joy of running for himself, not for a medal, not for a record, just for the raw love of every step on the track. He crossed the finish line amid the cheers of his parents and friends, his body drenched in sweat but his heart felt strangely relieved, as if a heavy block of stone that had been pressing on his chest for many years had just been removed.

Mr. Danh and Mrs. Nhu pushed through the crowd and hugged their son as soon as he stopped walking, both unable to hide their emotional tears. "Dad watched everything from beginning to end," Mr. Danh said, his voice trembling with emotion. "You ran beautifully, just like when you were in Vọng Hải."

"Thank you, Mom and Dad, for coming." Son hugged his father, clearly feeling his thin but still strong arms holding him tightly, a hug that contained many years of separation and silent sacrifices that the whole family had overcome together, from the most difficult days in Hòa Điền until today.

But that joy only lasted a moment, because immediately after completing his competition, he immediately switched to the role of coach, going to the operating area to closely monitor the progress of Nhật Tiến, who was somewhere in the middle of the forty-two kilometer journey ahead.

"Kilometer twenty, Nhật Tiến is holding eighth position, time is one hour and ten minutes, according to the pacing plan." Huan reported via walkie-talkie, his voice tense but still maintaining the necessary professionalism.

Son nodded and followed the GPS navigation screen located in the operating area to see the green dot representing Nhật Tiến moving steadily along the coastal road. Everything was going as planned, until reaching kilometer twenty-eight, his speed began to show signs of abnormally slowing down.

"Is there a problem at kilometer twenty-eight?" Huan reported, his voice worried. "Speed suddenly decreased, support vehicle is approaching to check."

A few tense minutes passed before the information was updated — Nhật Tiến had calf cramps, a common but dangerous condition in the twenty-five to thirty-mile stage of a marathon, when the body begins to deplete electrolyte and glycogen stores, right at the stage that runners call "the wall" — a time when many runners, even the most experienced, can completely collapse.

Son immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and connected it directly to the compact communication device attached to Nhật Tiến's body - a special device that the technical team had prepared specifically so that the coach could directly encourage the athletes in the most important moments.

"Tien, can you hear me clearly?" Son said, trying to keep his voice calm even though he was as worried as his students.

"Yes, teacher." Nhật Tiến's voice rang out over the radio, broken by pain and fatigue. "My legs... I'm not sure if I can keep running."

"Listen to this teacher," Son spoke, his voice slow but full of weight, recalling the very moment he had stood before a similar boundary in the provincial tournament at the age of seventeen, when Khue's breathy voice pulled him back from the brink of giving up. "The cramps are not a serious injury, it's just your body warning you about electrolyte loss. Slow down, walk quickly if needed, drink the entire bottle of electrolyte water you brought, gently massage the cramping calf area. Don't stop completely, just slow down."

"I'm afraid of losing my position, teacher," Nhật Tiến spoke, his voice choked with both pain and disappointment, the sound of rapid breathing echoed through the intercom.

"The position is not as important as the fact that you reach the finish line safely and learn lessons from this race," Son replied, his voice determined. "I once broke my Achilles tendon because I stubbornly continued running when my body was already on alert. Don't repeat that mistake. You have a long career ahead of you, don't risk it just for a position in a race."

Those words, coming from the most painful experience of Son's career, seemed to touch Nhật Tiến's psychology exactly. Through the walkie-talkie, Son heard the student's rapid breathing gradually return, the sound of footsteps changing from running to fast walking, then after about three minutes, changing back to running, although slower than before.

"I'm fine, teacher." Nhật Tiến reported, his voice was steadier, no longer shaking like before. "My leg hurts less, I'll keep running."

"Very good," Son said, a feeling of relief spread throughout his body, his hand tightening the walkie-talkie as if he was tightening his trust in his student. "Keep a moderate pace, don't try to make up for lost time right away. Slowly pick up the pace again as your body allows."

The last fifteen kilometers of the race took place in extreme suspense at the control area, when Nhật Tiến, despite falling to twelfth place after the cramp incident, still persistently maintained a steady pace, little by little closing the gap with the leading group. Huan continuously updated the situation every two kilometers, his voice becoming more and more excited as he saw his student's position gradually improve - from twelfth to tenth, then ninth, each time he overtook an opponent, the whole team cheered softly in the control room, although no one wanted to be too loud so as not to disrupt the concentration of Son who was constantly monitoring the navigation screen.

By kilometer thirty-eight, he had climbed back to ninth place, and in the last three kilometers, with a determined breakthrough that only those who had closely followed his hard training journey could understand where it came from, Nhật Tiến overtook two more opponents, finishing in seventh place overall, with his best personal record ever — two hours and twenty minutes, breaking the old personal record by nearly four minutes, despite a cramp incident mid-race.

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Khue stood at the main finish line area of the tournament early, holding a red fabric ribbon that had been carefully reprocessed, attached to the two ends of the string so that it could be elegantly strung across the finish line, replacing the organizers' standard finish line in the special moment that she had silently arranged.

During the two hours and twenty minutes of Nhật Tiến's match, Khue did not take her eyes off the navigation screen, her heart pounding every time she saw his speed slow down, then bursting with relief when she saw the blue dot on the map gradually speed up again. She witnessed the entire process of Son encouraging his students over the radio from the control room next door, heard every word he said clearly, and an indescribable pride rose in her heart - not only because of Nhật Tiến's achievements, but because of the way Son turned his own pain and trauma into a life-saving lesson for his students in the most decisive moment.

When it was announced that Nhật Tiến had passed the forty-mile mark, preparing to enter the final meters, Khue left the control room, personally carried the red cloth ribbon to the finish line area, stood in the exact position that she had pre-arranged with the organizers, holding both ends of the ribbon tightly with both hands, her heart pounding as if she were participating in the race herself.

When Nhật Tiến appeared at the last turn, his running gait was somewhat wobbly due to exhaustion but his eyes were still burning with determination. The crowd of spectators standing along both sides of the finish line cheered enthusiastically, and the sound of loudspeakers announcing his name echoed throughout the area. Son and Huan stood right next to the finish line, shouting encouragement to their student in the final meters.

Nhật Tiến crossed the finish line - right under the red cloth strip that Khue was holding - then collapsed immediately afterward due to exhaustion, and was immediately approached by the medical team to check. Son ran over, knelt down next to his student, and patted him on the shoulder.

"I did it, Tien. Broke my personal record, even though I had a problem in the middle," he said, his voice filled with undisguised pride.

"Thank you teacher, thanks to your encouragement over the walkie-talkie, I was able to get through it," Nhật Tiến replied, still breathing heavily but a smile appeared on his lips.

After the medical team confirmed that Nhật Tiến only needed to rehydrate and rest, with no serious health problems, Son stood up, brushed the dust off his knees, turned around, and caught Khue's eyes looking at him from the finish line, still holding the red cloth ribbon, her eyes sparkled with something both emotional and waiting that he could not yet understand, as if she was waiting for him to step closer to say something important.