#Chapter 32 – Final Run

I’m gasping for breath by the time I get to the sand pit through which I have to army crawl under a heavy cargo net. This obstacle marks the final third of the course, which means that I’m almost done – but it’s also the part that always slows me down the most. I dive in without hesitation, trying to push myself as hard as I can, not giving myself any time to hesitate or take a break even though my heart is pounding with the exertion. Rafe is right. I’m a Sinclair. We don’t fail at shit like this. And the chain climb, which is next? Well, I’m just going to have to handle that when I get there, aren’t I? In the meantime, I use my legs to propel me forward, my thighs burning as I use my stomach muscles to hold my body in the air as much as I can, my forearms moving fast to take my weight as I move towards the edge. By the time I get to the end of the sand pit I’m red and panting, my tongue sticky with sand kicked up into the air by the sixty-some cadets who are already ahead of me