It was hardest at the start. It would get easier as she got further into it.
That was an obvious lie.
At least on the solid ground, the boulder was able to slightly roll on its own. When Melania made it to the incline, everything got much harder.
She couldn't just mindlessly push the boulder anymore. She had to put thought into her every movement, methodically taking it higher and higher.
One step. Two steps. Three steps. Four steps.
Every single movement was intentional, so Melania was highly aware of when she made them.
She started sweating before she even made it to the incline. She refused to breathe heavily and tried to regulate it as much as possible, but she was still breathing loud enough for it to be heard over the wind.
She had only one goal, and now that she'd committed herself to achieving it, she was entirely focused on doing so.
Five steps. Six steps. Seven steps. Eight steps.
