Impossible

What the hell am I doing here?

My head was spinning as I looked at the approximately two hundred runners packed tightly around the starting line, raring to go. 

Oh man, I'm just a Personal Assistant. 

I'm not even athletic in any sense of the word, and not only that, I was a smoker with more than a decade of experience in destroying my lungs. 

Hang on-

This sounds way too familiar. 

Man… I'm at the wrong place again.

But this time it wasn't due to any coincidence and it certainly wouldn't lead to any happy accidents. Well, there was every chance that an accident could happen, but it certainly won't be a happy one. 

"Miss… do we REALLY have to do this?"

"Don't worry, Sin! You've been training hard. We can do this!"