My legs nearly gave out before I reached the smoldering lines of fire, but I hurdled the first, then the second, with every ounce of strength I had remaining. That done, I plunged into the muddy, sour-smelling pond and made for the barbed wire that was all that stood between me and the finish line.
Let’s be clear here: Under normal circumstances I can run a 5K without my legs giving out, my lungs exploding, or my entire body aching for the next two days.
