You're walking through campus, taking your time because next class doesn't start for another half hour. You find yourself wandering past the track, where you see someone moving fast.

Galloping around at a furious pace is a centaur. Her horse body from the waist down is smaller than what you'd expect. Her brown hair is done up in a ponytail, and her blue eyes burn with determination. Her horse body heaves with every breath. She races past you, and slows down from a gallop to a trot and then to a stop. She's breathing heavily, and her thin legs are trembling. Despite that, she heads to her water bottle, and dabs away at some of the sweat. Between breaths she mutters:

Just... a little bit... faster...