I push myself to the limit. And I always feel a little superhuman after taking off the mask. Sometimes that feels kinda cool, like I've done the impossible. Other times I swear that it's the last time, that I'll never do it again.
Most of the time I do it because I don't have a choice. There's a bit too much relief at being alive at the end of it all. All the heat, suffocation and perspiration.
6 more days to go. And after that 6 more to go.
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