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My fingers burned as if I were dipping them into a bubbling pot of molten lava. "How much longer must I endure this?" I desperately wondered. I checked the clock. Only 5 minutes down, 25 more to go. "There's no way I'll be able to do this," I thought. My fingers continued to scream, begging for relief. I recalled a memory from when I was younger, running the mile for the first time. I vividly remember the rhythmic tap tap tap of my Payless running shoes landing on the black asphalt. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the sun beat down so hard that you could smell the fumes from the ground, filling the air with the tar's signature stench. I was about 2/3 through the mile, and I was about to give up. I started to slow my pace, but just then the crowds erupted, shouting and screaming words of encouragement. "Go!! You got this!" I heard them say. I had no more energy left, yet somehow I knew I was going to make it. I pulled together every last ounce of strength I had left, and pushed beyond the limits my body had place on me.
"If I pushed through then, I can push through this time," I thought as I continued typing.
After what seemed like a decade had passed, I checked the clock. 30 seconds to go. 20. 10. 5. 4. 3. 2...
specs are on the other video im too lazy to copy and paste