heave, pant
Come on, Alan! Just a little bit more!
heave, pant
I was the top of my year! I joined the Military Police! I can't give up!
heave, pant
Alan finally collapsed onto the dirt path, struggling to keep his breath. Sweat was dripping off his face, and his lungs were on fire. He was in the training grounds, on a running track. Few people were around here today, mainly because the regular trainees were off on some excursion. Alan was glad. He didn't want many people to see just how bad he was at running.
Alan struggled his way back up, and finally stood up. His legs weren't really aching, but his lungs were already at their limits. Alan knew, that despite having a good head on his shoulders and pretty average strength, his stamina was pathetic at best. He could barely run for two hundred meters without taking a break. It is important to know your weakness he reminded himself, but he was too frustrated and sweaty to really care. He was ashamed that someone like him who regularly works out still had no endurance. He looked around, warily, hoping no one saw his collapse. He already got into enough trouble when he pushed himself too last time he was training. He didn't want anyone to try and stop him, or worse - look down on him.
He didn't think he saw anyone, so he kept running once more. The first few steps were always sluggish and heavy, but he quickly got back into rhythm. The Military Policeman picked up speed, and looked into the distance. Just keep a steady rhythm, don't go too fast or too slow, and keep your breaths in order he reminded himself. However, soon he found his breath de-synchronizing with his running, and later he couldn't help but stop and kneel down once more.
Alan breathed in and out hard, sweat dropping into his eyes from his hair.