After four hours of intense cardio…
Wheeeeeze!
Wwwwhheeeeezeee…!
As expected, I'm wheezing like a dying walrus washed up on the shore of death.
"I… I give up!!!" I cry out dramatically, throwing my arms in the air.
And then—THUD!—I flop down flat on the cool grass, limbs splayed out like a squashed pancake.
"AaaaAAAHHH! I'm gonna diiiiiie!"
My legs are jelly, my back is killing me, my whole body feels like it's been run over by a stampede of rhinos. Even my tail is sore!
My hair is completely soaked with sweat, clinging to my neck and forehead. My lungs are burning like I swallowed a fireball, and my heart is pounding so fast it feels like it's knocking on death's door.
I groan and grab my water bottle, lifting it with trembling arms. I splash the cold water all over my face, letting it drip down my cheeks and neck, then gulp a mouthful with my mouth wide open like a fish gasping for air.
Aaaaah… sweet, life-saving hydration.
