What was I thinking?

The burn in my muscles was like battery acid pumping through my veins. The gauntlet was no joke. As a kid, I thought I could easily blow through the obstacles. Yet here I am,

years later, amazed by the endurance of my body.

Resentment lingered like a hangover, and I couldn’t help but wonder how Melody was doing after she insisted we start from the beginning. I would be further along if she hadn’t complained that Laya and I had an unfair advantage.

Either way, there was no point in chewing it over in my mind. With my lungs screaming for a decent gulp of air...