Write about a time when you were forced to do something that you felt you just couldn’t do. Were you able to keep going longer than you thought possible? How did you feel when you finally did stop? For me, it’s running! I am always ready to stop much earlier than my “goal.” It could be studying, a physical activity...anything. Do you feel a sense of relief or accomplishment when you are finished? If so, why do you think that is? If not, what made you keep going even when you were ready to give up?