The Mountain Ahead
The wind was blowing through my hair and there was sweat dripping down my long exasperated face. My legs were numb from all of the pain, and as if all of this were not enough, there was a stabbing pain on the right side of my abdomen. I didn’t care; I knew that I had to make it up that hill. Stride by stride I slowly reached the top; with each step I was one step closer to my goal. I kept my eyes focused on the stop sign at the top of the knoll, which would ultimately be my destination. I knew that failure was not an option; I knew that I wouldn’t let the hill or my weaknesses prevail; I had to be triumphant. As I came within one hundred yards of the stop sign, it was if I had pressed a button somewhere in my brain, which numbed all of my pain and allowed me to dash. I sprinted as fast as I could, swiftly shifting my weight from foot to foot, and as I passed that stop sign, I set my sights on the mountain ahead.
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