Micaramba!

I ran a mile in 6:47.73 today during conditioning. Here is a narration of one page of The Red Badge of Courage. Not sure which is harder...

The next morning Henry was kicked by the tall man. He soon found himself, not quite awake, running, haversack bobbing and canteen banging, along with the rest of the regiment. Nobody, gasping for breath as they talked, knew why the regiment had to keep such a breakneck pace. Henry of a sudden felt thin-skinned, wanting to leave this machine that so enclosed him, but he could not. He had been forced by the government, it seemed, to come to this point…but he had to go on, as he heard the patter of fire in the distance. He might get himself killed now. The columns, shown by the breaking dawn, seemed to be men made from the earth, new-born of the dusty soil. The group traversed a stream, whose black waters were accented by bubbly eyes looking out of the water at the men.