The last day I was going through training was unkown to me. I woke up cold, sore, and hungry. What was different was that I had finally gotten used to these feelings. In which I had forgotten what a normal day was like.
I started doing my normal chores that I had to do to make sure that I would be prepared for the first exercise. If I didn't get warm, dry, and some food I wouldn't have enough energy for the hike.
What was thought of as a hike was the journey to the top of the mountain. Each day I had to get to the top of the mountain before noon, otherwise the wood and other tools I would need for the day would 'disappear'. I would have to run up to the top as fast as I could.
Since I had done the running hike so many times I started to think how I could get to the top of the mountain as fast as I could. I wanted to get up there as fast I could. I started to cry I wanted to get up there so fast. As I thought about it I imaged myself at the top of the mountain. I closed my eyes and dreamed of myself on top of the moutain. I thought of how the snow felt, the wind, the sun hitting my back at an the current angle it would be early in the morning.
Then the next instance I opened my eyes and I was at the top of the mountain! I was so amazed that I yelled in joy! I then looked down and saw a large pile of wood, a bag that I knew contained canned food, matches, etc. What was odd was the bad was larger then what I had found days earlier. It seemed getting there early allowed me to get more supplies!
I think thought if I could teleport to the top, I could do the same to get back down to my somewhat warmer shelter. I then closed my eyes and did the same imagining. I had to focus and calm myself. Once I was able to do so I could tell I was able to do the same act again.