The sweat was gathering on my brow. My hands strained to get a grip on the small climbing hold, now slippery with sweat. I felt my hands slipping, slipping about to fall, fall down, down. But as I was falling my hand shot out and grabbed a big climbing hold and saved myself from a long fall to the start.
Muscles straining, straining, shaking, shaking, but I wouldn't give up, no, no. Pulling, pulling up almost at the top. More sweat, gathering, gathering. Going higher, higher. Getting weaker, weaker. Pushing my limits as I reach my hand up and touch the top. "YAY!" I exclaimed as I abseiled down the climb.
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