Bear Grylls Quote

I reassessed the map and my timing. I had to come up with a plan to get myself out of this mess, and fast. I turned 90 degrees and started to climb back up onto the high ground that I had just come off. This was way off-route, I should be heading down, but I just knew that the high ground would be better than fighting a losing battle in the bog. I had done that before--and lost.The wind was blowing hard now, down from the plateau, as if trying to deter me. I put my head down, ignored the shoulder straps that pulled and heaved against my lower neck muscles, and went for it. I had to take control.I was refusing to fail Selection again in this godforsaken armpit of a place.Once on the ridge, I started to run. And running anywhere in that moon grass, with the weight of a small person on your back, was a task. But I was on fire. I kept running. And I kept clawing back the time and miles.I ran all the way into the last checkpoint and then collapsed. The DS looked at me strangely and chuckled to himself.Good effort, he commented, having watched me cover the last mile or so of rough ground. I had made it within time.Demons dead. Adrenaline firing.