At exactly five o’clock in the morning we were standing on the hill. My bag was at my back, pulled there and strapped tight for what was about to happen, I was not sure how it would end. Barely four hours of sleep and the food we had lay heavy on my belly, having it hell to even take a step and let us not start on my sore muscles. The previous day I had been acting like Rambo and there I was bearing the after math. I sighed, a large part of me just wanting to roll my way down but that would not fly with Mathew.
The devil was next to me, doing press ups as a warm up, making me even madder for I could barely stand. I wanted to vomit everything I had ate, whose idea had it been even, I had got little sleep because I had been too full and now there I was about to run a marathon down the damn
