i once went on a kayaking expedition a couple of years back.
my memory of it is still so fresh in my mind because it was such a bitter experience, although ive never admitted it in public. i can still recall how my partner and i struggled against the tides, the storm and the wind, and against our greatest obstacle - ourselves. everybody ahead was paddling fiercely, and there was simply no chance that we would ever catch up. soon, the saltish water was getting into our eyes, the blisters on our palms and the lactic acid in our arms. the grey clouds above were threatening to engulf us, and before long, we were not only drenched in rain, but poor morale and low spirits.
that was when i started chanting in my mind - the more tired we are, the harder we have to paddle.
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