My breathing was ragged.
It was loud and continuous, especially on such a quiet day. My lungs worked overtime, but they ached. It was as though I was walking in the middle of a desert, searching for an oasis.
My vision was blurry.
The color appeared to merge together, almost like a watercolor painting. If I didn't know better, I might've thought my body was traveling to another dimension.
My body was covered in sweat.
Even just moving my head would fling a couple droplets of sweat onto the grass, almost like I was getting ahead of myself and watering the ground. My clothes stuck to me, they were sticky and wet.
My knees buckled.
Standing for so long made my legs want to give way. They dangerously stumbled, just a step away from giving way and collapsing. It was as though my feet weren't actually on flat ground, but a ship rocking in the violent seas.
My abs were sore.