Though the reader never meets Wheeler while alive, I like the way I've tried to make him a fully fleshed out character. This is the first description of Wheeler's style that the reader gets.
Physically, Wheeler was one of the least gifted athletes I knew. The first time I saw him run I was astounded that someone with hips so wide and soft could possibly be a competitive athlete, he looked like a duck trying to waddle faster than nature intended. Though he might run like a bowling ball, that inelegance gave him momentum and kinetic energy that could beat racers with more athletic potential. He eschewed training and instead he treated everyday as if he was in his last race, as if death was following close behind him.
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