Thoughts on running half a horse

Arriving at the scene around eight o'clock is already a sea of people. Because of wearing numbered clothes, all blocked roads can pass. At first, I couldn't see the performance behind the stage. After turning to the track, I was at the front, just a guest seat. I picked up my mobile phone and took a video of dragon dancing.

I followed the crowd as soon as the shooting started. The team of my color disappeared and I was caught in the green team (horse racing team). Obviously, I was left behind from the beginning. But I don't want to quit and be laughed at all the way.

"So slow, why run? The others have run away. When you wake up, you are still running. "

"You are the last one. Get on the bus quickly. You are so tired."

"Hurry up, the tail sweeper will follow you."

"Wow, why are people still running? We all want to call it a day. "

……

At the same time, I heard more refueling sounds!

"Half a horse is not easy. Success belongs to the persevering. You're already halfway there. Come on! "

"Impressive, come on."

"It's not easy. It's easy to see you. Stick to it! "

"Beauty, come on!"

"come on Come on! Come on! "

……

When I heard the whole village cheering together, my pace was even faster.

It is worth mentioning that I have always been accompanied by my medical staff on the road.

"Give me your bag and I'll run with you for a while."

"Do you need water?"

"Can you do that?"

"We are all here, you can't help telling us."

"Can you still run?"

……

My calf began to feel numb from about 3 kilometers, and when it reached 5 kilometers, my thigh began to feel heavy. After 7.5 kilometers, I moved forward inertia. At 12.5 km, I feel general anesthesia in my palm. I realized that numbness began to extend from my calf to my head, and I was worried that my heart was numb. I stopped at 15 km. I started to feel dizzy and my legs trembled involuntarily. I was holding the guardrail. However, I made a little adjustment. It seems that God gave me strength to move on. Later, because it took more than two hours, the staff collected it in the car, so the half horse was not completed.

The staff said: "Look at your state getting better and better, give you some time, and you will definitely reach the finish line."

As she spoke, she drew a cross on my number cloth, and the running process was very pleasant. The fork, which means I failed, hit me in the chest. It was really painful, but I have to accept this fact. The staff also follow the rules. She took my picture. I regret to think that if there was no fork, I would leave this photo for my grandson to see. That's what I think in my heart. I am very grateful for this failure, which gives me the opportunity to continue to challenge myself in the coming year. As long as I work hard and persist, I will definitely surpass myself now.