The heat beats down our bodies as we battle uphill. The dust burns in the backs of our throats whilst the dirt is pounded beneath us. The sweat embedded on our foreheads trickles down our cheeks and our bodies ache with hurt. The crowd screams “GO! GO! GO!” and coach shouts strategy. Our teammates shriek with support, trying to fight off our inner “Stop. It hurts.” and we take their advice not our own. The adrenaline runs our arteries magenta and our legs are numbed. We crave the times more than air itself and we’re willing to push ourselves in the most brutal ways thinkable, only to look at numbers with extreme pride.