Loosely based on an idea in the fourth paragraph of this.

Arrows to move. Z, Space or Up to jump.
There is a secret ending.

I pondered several story ideas for this, but didn't really like any of them. So, just enjoy this wordless implementation.

Arrows to move; Z, Space or Up to jump.

He knew he was out of his league. He hadn't practiced for the event. He was out of breath. Gasping for air. Yet he was on the track, competing, trying not to trip or be trampled by the other runners. It could only end in shame.

BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME, MULLET BOY.