PAC story (homework)

I looked down, the pavement underneath me was flying up and there was no way I would stop. I looked up, my sweaty eyebrows were the only thing in view, well along with the sky but whatever. I was almost there. Almost to Mile Seven…
My name is Septinus and I am an aspiring artist, but most importantly, I am a runner. I have suffered deeply as a child and my problems have never weakened. At a very young age, my mother died, and just last week, my grandfather died. My grandfather was the best, I learned everything from him. How to walk, how to talk and even how to sculpt. As an artist, he knew everything. Everything from painting on a sheet of paper to sculpting a masterpiece. When I got older, I had to follow in his footsteps; my nose sculpture was finally finished and he got to see it before he passed away. But that is not all, as I said, I am a runner.
Back in 1997, at the age of twenty-seven, I ran my first marathon, the Spritz. Where does the name Spritz come from?