In a surge of Adernaline, I ran without stopping to the location but I was still short on time: "Fuck! I have to go fast, there are only three minutes left." The immediate urgency make my legs to go even more faster, driving me towards the location where Eddie was waiting for me.
The party, a party with girls he had invited me yesterday so suddenly, but who was I to decline the offer when there were girls, even though I didn't like Eddie that much, but I made this one time exception.
I had been running from my house without stopping, sprinting non-stop for approximately twelve minutes.
Yet, the strangest thing and sensation that accompanied me during this frantic full sprint, and that was… that my breathing remained completely fine, unlabored, and my muscles showed no signs of fatigue.
This lack of exhaustion puzzled me, prompting an inward reflection. Why was my body not getting tired at all?