I felt like I was dying. That load wasn't the main concern, but the lack of fresh air was. Each gasp seemed to bring little relief to strained lungs. Barely at the first obstacle, the thought of giving up seemed more prominent than before.

But don't you dare let yourself get to the same level as that trash - was what sounded of in my head.

I pushed on.

Once I got my gasping under control, it wasn't that bad. The puzzle was much more complex than I anticipated. May the best man win, it was quite an experience.

Unknowingly, desperation sets in.