A will to win

Sometimes competition gets the better of people and they do whatever is needed to win, even when it can be detremental to their physical state, their mental health or in my case, the contents of Saturday night's barbequeue.

After a brief visit to the pub, a group of friends begin the treck up the hill back to base-camp.

Some spoon-fed at the beginning of the group urges everybody to run to the top.

The fuse was lit, and even though I had already lost a bit of food in the pub, I was ready to compete.

I gave the front of the group two or three seconds to run on, and then sprinted to win.

Everybody else was jogging at best, and most were absolutely hammered, but damnit, I was going to win!

I overtook the lot of them at pace, and then stopped to be sick.

A will to win and a win to forget.