18 year old Sophie Robertson smirked as she saw the sticker showing a Red Kangaroo jumping on it. 'It is rather apt considering you're doing track and field.' She thought to herself as she swallowed a pill.
She walked to the starting block at a competition a fortnight later. She couldn't stop thinking about her recent physical changes. The only noticeable change was that the muscles in her legs had become more defined, making her thighs and calves even more muscular and toned than they already were. The starter gun went off, and she quickly got into her rhythm.
Her eyes widened as she felt her legs pumping faster and faster, and she passed her rivals with ease. When she crossed the finish line, she glanced back, wondering why the other girls hadn't reached the line yet. To her surprise, they were about 45 seconds behind her.
'Wow!' She thought. 'I did a 800 meters in 1:45! That's almost world record speed!'
Next was the high jump. Sophie barely managed to clear 1.64m as it was. When her turn came, she got a running start at the bar, and leapt into the air, feeling like she was flying. She barely cleared the 1.76m bar by a centimetre or two.
The final competition was the long jump. Sophie mentally relaxed herself as she stepped up to the line. With how her legs were working now, this would be a cakewalk. She sprinted down the track and leapt into the air, sailing through the air to reach a distance of 6.87m.
After receiving her medals, she went back to her dorm room. As much as she won 1st places by a decent margin, she was annoyed with herself. She felt that she was capable of easily capable of reaching the distances and times she reached. Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing.
"Hi, Mom," she said. "I got 1st place in the 800 metres, high jump and long jump."
"That's wonderful honey. At this rate you'd be in the olympics in no time." Her mother replied.
Sophie blushed. "Mom, I'm not that good."
"Yes you are, and you'll get there, even if I have to push you."
Sophie chuckled as she hung up, her eyes resting on the bottle of pills. As much as her friend insisted to take 1 a fortnight, Sophie decided to.