Today's OneWord: Qualify

Rex worked his ass off to get to the finals, but he didn't even qualify for the semis. And as he threw his temper tantrum in the locker room later, I knew that there was no way I could comfort him. Rex had always been fast, but his stamina had always been garbage. He could sprint, but he couldn't keep the pace. He'd be left in the dust a mere one minute or so into the race, and he just couldn't handle knowing just how much more he had to work on.

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