Run...

The silent night is as cool as usual, especially so after the heavy rain that persisted for hours, almost wreaking my plan. Still, I can't stand the heat. My body has been telling me to stop, despite of the protest of my head. My lungs are burning. The pain in my chest is excruciating. Every step is torture, every breath is choking. I haven't reach the end point, I can't let myself down. Thoughts of giving up keep surfacing on my mind, and I only barely succeeded in suppressing them with positive thoughts and self motivation. My will is beginning to waver. My fatigue level accelerates with the passage of time, making the journey seems never ending. The lactic acid in my legs engulfs my muscles, and the humidity in the air compounds to my displeasure. I should have been contented as I've traveled further than I usually do. My body is dehydrated, my vision is blurred. I feel like I'm dying of asphyxiation. I don't know how much longer I can endure. Perhaps the goal is too far reaching, my stamina just come up short. However, I shall carry on. Every extra step is a milestone, giving me extra credit when I look back. Funny to say, this is the same old road which I usually take, except for the change in magnitude, and yet this road never seems so lonely...

Forfeit the game before somebody else takes you out of the frame, and puts your name to shame. Cover up your face, you can't run the race. The pace is too fast, you just won't last... (quoted from the song Points of authority by Linkin Park)