"I need to run this off," Steve wheezed, looking at the long expanse of the desert.
As he hit the 2,000 mark, his speed returned. He felt the wind in his hair again. He was lean, mean, and ready to fight the Ender Dragon. He opened his chest to grab a snack before the big trip, reaching for a cake. "I need to run this off," Steve wheezed,
He began a forced marathon across the sand. He spent three days and three nights doing nothing but jumping, sprinting, and digging holes just to fill them back in. Slowly, the number ticked down. 8,000… 5,000… 3,000. "I need to run this off
