Eight months later
“You are weak! MORE! Let's go! I know you can do better!”
I growled loudly, digging my heels in and dragging the heavy weights over each shoulder with every muscle I could summon in my body.
“Come on!” Calix screams right by my face, his red face yelling right at me, taunting, insulting me. “You don’t deserve to call yourself a member of this pack!”
Those words are what push me over the edge. I yell loudly, and give the two hundred pound weights a final pull before crossing the finish line with them. I can feel sweat pouring down my face and neck, my muscles begging for me to give them a break. Still, this physical discomfort was nothing compared to the nagging I’d get from Calix if I didn’t get these god damn weights over the stupid finish line.
I let the ropes
