September 1, 2016
She just kept going. It was so hard, she was so tired. Her legs burned with the fire of a thousand torches. Her lungs were at capacity. Every breath felt like it might be her last. Her heart was pounding. The others around her were tired too she could tell, but they still were gaining on her, passing her, lapping her in some instances. She knew there was no chance of her winning anymore, but her goal was to at least not finish last. She had to make it there, there was no way she could give up now. She closed her eyes for just a second and stepped on a pebble. It was minuscule but enough to break her stride and cause her ankle to roll, almost forcing her down on the ground. She managed to steady herself and, with more resolve than ever, looked straight ahead to her finish line. She couldn’t help but slow down at this point. Her body just wasn’t going to let her do it any other way. The goal had to change again, now all she strived for was a clean finish. She wanted to get there without hurting herself. Her body slowed down even more, there was no way she could control it with sheer willpower anymore. She stumbled again. She was so tired. She’d heard others talk about being tired, but didn’t imagine they knew what it really meant. How could their tiredness compare with what she felt at that moment. She was getting closer. Soon she could rest. She’d cross that line and get the reward. Still the others kept passing her. She felt defeated, sad that this was what she’d become. Upset about the new goal, while being aware of how necessary it was. More burning in her legs woke her resolve. She really had no choice. She couldn’t just stop here, she’d gone so far and worked so hard. She repeated her mantra to herself over and over again; one foot in front of another. Finally, when she was sure one more step may just be the end of her she reached her goal and threw open the car door. Practically falling inside it she let her body go limp in the drivers seat, took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Grocery shopping shouldn’t be this hard.