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I must have looked like Big Bird running at that point, because my legs were behaving like Jell-O as I heaved to raise my knees with each step, but at least I was jogging fairly quickly. My hips wobbled side-to-side and my ears kept popping, so I experienced a weird muffled sensation in which the sound of my heartbeat was pronounced. Every time my sneakers hit the hard pavement, I could hear the impact from my joints through the muffled noise, which was an eerie sensation.

I think I had an epiphany shortly after, a realization of something bigger. It was my life I had just re-enacted, every part of my body at that point was telling me to start walking, take a small break at least, that I was not a machine and had just put myself through twenty hard minutes straight of taxing myself. My life has thrown me curve balls on a regular basis, but no matter how beat up I got I had to dig deep, have heart, and trudge forward. The prize was within my grasp, and in my typical self-talk I started with, “If I were to simply stop....” But, in mid-thought, I said “Fuck that!” I instantaneously got mad, thinking “If this shit doesn’t kill me, I am going to make it, and I will make it in life, damn it!”