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Each breathe is a complete sentence as it escapes my lips. The click of each gear change is an exclamation point. I look up the hill ahead of me and tell myself, “it will not beat me.” I have tried to walk up this hill in the past and my ankles are not flexible enough to let me walk up it flat footed.
There isn’t a single muscle that doesn’t burn right now, they all scream at me in unison telling me to quit to stop to give up. But I wont listen this time. I dig into my reserves and start using every mental and physical tactic I know to make it to the top. It feels like I am pushing hard enough to rip the concrete in half behind me. I crane my neck at the summit and it feels like i am looking straight up. So I dig harder.
I get to the top and coast for a bit. I look down the hill behind me, smile and tell myself, “I can’t wait to do this again.”
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