Surpass the Wall

My pace slowed down, consequently the figure in the distance became smaller and smaller…

I was last, again.

My conflict was not that I was last; it was how far behind I tended to be. Most of the times when I finished running, usually about three minutes after the last person, I had to dash into the academy, rapidly put my equipment on, and face several amused faces.

I wanted to change that, to close to the gap between the penultimate person and me.

I could feel the drops of sweat forming and trickling down my face. There was an unappealing feeling of my wet hair stuck to my neck, but my arms too heavy to do something about it.

It was the seventh kilometer, and I still needed to finish one more.

I can’t do this anymore. I need to slow down or stop.

A feeling of fire flowed through my body; the burning sensation went through my legs, increasing with every step I made. As I breathed in, the polar air burned as it traveled through my respiratory system until it reached my lungs.

I could see the wall.

We’ve all seen it; when we push ourselves until all we can hear is that voice telling us “you can’t keep going”.

But you have to. If you listen to that inner voice, you will not know how far you can really go. It deceives you from discovering your potential.

Every time you break that wall, you push through that difficult moment, and, eventually, manage to savor the satisfaction of growth and success.

So, I took the deepest breath I could, and pushed that voice away.

Half a kilometer away, just half a kilometer.

I focused on the figure in the distance, and began to sprint. I felt the wind whistle in my ear, the cold air bite my skin, and the force my feet push the ground.

I could see her back now.

Pass her

Suddenly, energy that I didn’t know existed thrived within me, pushing me to go faster.

If I stretched my arm, I could have touched her coat. I was so close to finishing the eighth kilometer, that I could see the cracked line on the cement where we always started.

But, my lungs gasped for air, my throat felt like sandpaper and my mouth was filled with a coppery taste. My legs went numb, and nausea set in. I abruptly stopped before ever passing her or crossing that line… but I passed the wall.

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