Pandora's jock

Previously

…As the Ghost’s form began to fade, Mark was left alone in the dim light, the searing pain a stark reminder of his hubris. The heat was relentless, gnawing at him, a burning testament to the Fitness Ghost’s impatience and his own profound lack of discipline. He had craved an easy win, and the universe, through its spectral conduit, had delivered. But the taste of this victory, he suspected, would be a bitter, burning one. The race was tomorrow, and Mark, the lazy, desperate competitor, was about to learn the true meaning of a shortcut.