Now, at the top of the hill, my lungs are fire, and my legs molten jelly, but I suck wind with satisfaction as I coast into the downward side.
And here, on my left, comes one of the people I passed on my way up, trucking past me, leaving me in the dust without seeming to even break a sweat.
One year ago: Behind the Sky
Two years ago: She's Right
Three years ago: A Future in Sales
Four years ago: A 22-foot Long Battleship Made of Legos
Eight years ago: at best