"We start with all the hope in the world, knowing that we are going to win the coveted prize. We already have plans of what we are going to do with it once it is in our grubby little hands.
We begin trotting, then galloping. Once we get into full stride, we find it grueling and almost impossible to complete. We run into blinding sandstorms, swirling locust swarms, other riders trying to knock us off of our horse, intense physical, emotional and spiritual depletion; no food, no water in the desert alone, facing death, yet we still persevere.
When we fall off of our horse from exhaustion and we think its over, we get a second wind and get up to finish the race. During the race, we are taken to our limits. Then something miraculous happens? Our limits are redefined. We have gone beyond what we "thought" were our limits.
We survive only to be turned free to run with the gods. No longer chained to a body. Just free. That is the prize."
~Alexys Fairfield
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