Letting go of being proper

At the beginning of a race it is all control. Even when they go out too fast the limbs are properly possessed by the running motion. The start is a fully functioning well minded run. Then it happens. Somewhere in the race, there is a letting go of that control and a "gutsyness" comes into play. It is that release from proper form to a swaying of the body through pain to get to the finish line. A bobbing forward with the head or an egg beater motion in the arms are two common examples. Call me weird, but I think the finishing mechanics, degraded by fatigue, are often times more beautiful then the perfect running that starts the race. It isn't the look of pain and hunger in the eyes of the contestant. It is the honesty of their desire laid out for all those gathered to see that leaves me impressed.