The Eternity of Waiting
On the agony of waiting and endurance
I clench my fists as my body trembles in pain. The journey I embarked upon felt treacherous, but I hadn’t primed my consciousness for what lay ahead. Gradually, a numbness blankets my toes and elbows, and I anxiously anticipate the culmination of my endurance.
But for now, my eyes are shut tight, and my breaths are short and ragged gasps — in, out, in, out. The tension in my head tightens as my grasp on controlled breathing slips away into the thick, oppressive air around me. I am panicking.
What if I don’t make it out? I ask myself. Time eludes me at this point, my endurance nearly drained. But there was no going back now, so I push forward, willing the end closer.
In the midst of my pain, my mind drifts back to the days before I embarked on this journey, reminiscing about my freedom. My freedom was my goal. I could have it and more once I reached the end.
Just then, a sudden trill breaks my thoughts.
“Drrrinnngggg.”
My timer announces the end, and my trembling body collapses onto the floor. “Never again,” I mutter. Who on Earth convinced me to endure a two-minute plank? But deep down, I know that my goal of toned muscles and a healthier core are on the other side of my next two-minute set, so I set up for it and get back into plank position.
