I couldn’t yet see the finish line ahead, but knowing what waited for me was enough motivation to keep pushing. The boulder moved another staggered foot as I shoved it forward.
Grunting, I pushed again.
And again.
Sweat dripped down the back of my t-shirt and my legs were shaking as I heaved the boulder another painful inch. Darkness danced on the edge of my vision and I blinked it away.
John was somewhere to the left. I vaguely placed him from the sound of his cursing grunts. But there were other males gaining on us, moving their own tortuous boulders up the hill.
This was some next level bullshit.
I hated this rock.
It rolled back on me, threatening to crush my bones, and I fought back with another shove.
Aspen.
She’d be waiting for me with a rose.
I drew on more strength of my
