That's what winning is you know. Glorifying pain. Embracing the ache of your muscles as they contract with hatred for what you have done to them. Embracing the pain in your legs, the heaviness you think will never go away, each step a painful reminder of what has been and what has to come. Feeling the blood drip solidly down your face and your knees and tasting its warmth. Feeling the knife wound like pangs of achievement that only a winner can feel.
It's the kind of pain that makes you tip your head back in triumph, grit your teeth together to take your mind of the deplorable state of your body, and think... I fucking did it.
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