Will of Man - Part Five Read Online Free PDF
Author: William Scanlan
evaluate, adapt, and overcome. I needed to rethink my plan.
I rested and formulate another plan while I whittled another weiner dog/wolf.
I came to realization that I've been playing their game all along. I need to take control of this game and bring them into my world. I've been running around in theirs and they've dominated me since the beginning.
I've ran and hid from them, fearing them every second. I am a triathlete, who in the past, spent hours a day in the water training. I am fast, strong, and agile in the water. The wolves doggy paddle and are not built for swimming. They are slow and are lucky to keep their heads above the water. I can tread water for hours if needed, swim multiple meters beneath the water, and can cross this river in a matter of seconds.
I made the mistake of taking the fight to them. I need to bring the fight to me - in my elements. I need to fight those wolves in the water.
My plan is simple; I will lure the wolves out and into the middle of the river (they've already shown their willingness to go that far). I will keep them close enough to keep their interest in me, but never let them get close enough to strike. I will wear them down and make them tired.
Once they are where I want them, I will swim beneath them and to their backs - blocking them from returning. As they try to return, I will take my spear and attack them one by one from beneath the water. My strikes will be to their underside (their bellies). I'll make sure to thrust my knife deep into them over and over.
I will swim deep beneath the water underneath them and hold my breath. My spear can reach far and I can hold my breath for a long time. I figure I can attack two with one breath. I will have to come up for a breath at least twice before I am able to finish them off.
As the wolves rested, I took my spear with the sharp knife on the end of it, and slid into the water. Swimming to the middle of the river, I practiced my moves over and over. Envisioning my opponents swimming at the crest of the river, I practiced thrusting my spear upward where they will be, and then with the same breath, I swam over a couple meters and practiced thrusting again.
I repeated this over and over until I was confident with myself. If I get within the wolves striking distance, I can just swim straight down and out of their range.
Like I said before, the wolves are getting weaker by the day and don't seem to be eating or drinking anything. I imagine the wolves kidneys are failing by now from the antifreeze poisoning. With luck, they may die by the time I get enough courage to follow through with my plan. If they don't die, they will be very weak and easier for me to take out.
I was pretty tired after training for so long. My plan is to rest all day tomorrow and fuel up on carbs while the wolves get weaker.
Resting tomorrow reminds of the tapering before a race. Although tapering usually takes place over many days, I will rest my muscles and fuel up the best I can in one day. I will prepare my mind by visualizing the scenario over and over.
Like my opponents in a triathlon, I will not underestimate them. I will treat them as though they are the most dangerous players in the game. I will show no mercy and I will attack to the greatest of my abilities. My effort will be one hundred percent till I am well past the finish line.
I know I sound like a cheesy character in an over-the-top sports movie, but I have to be prepared to give it my all. There will be no room for weakness past tomorrow.
Tyler’s Journal Entry: 452
Date: October 4th
Weather: Cool, cloudy, slightly windy
Miles to go: 620
Tomorrow is the day I end this showdown with my five "friends." For three days I've tried crossing this river. For three days they've stalked me and blocked my passage across.
I sit here across from them and the only thing separating us is fifty yards of slow moving water. They just sit on their side of the river, staring at me.
I'm tired of
I rested and formulate another plan while I whittled another weiner dog/wolf.
I came to realization that I've been playing their game all along. I need to take control of this game and bring them into my world. I've been running around in theirs and they've dominated me since the beginning.
I've ran and hid from them, fearing them every second. I am a triathlete, who in the past, spent hours a day in the water training. I am fast, strong, and agile in the water. The wolves doggy paddle and are not built for swimming. They are slow and are lucky to keep their heads above the water. I can tread water for hours if needed, swim multiple meters beneath the water, and can cross this river in a matter of seconds.
I made the mistake of taking the fight to them. I need to bring the fight to me - in my elements. I need to fight those wolves in the water.
My plan is simple; I will lure the wolves out and into the middle of the river (they've already shown their willingness to go that far). I will keep them close enough to keep their interest in me, but never let them get close enough to strike. I will wear them down and make them tired.
Once they are where I want them, I will swim beneath them and to their backs - blocking them from returning. As they try to return, I will take my spear and attack them one by one from beneath the water. My strikes will be to their underside (their bellies). I'll make sure to thrust my knife deep into them over and over.
I will swim deep beneath the water underneath them and hold my breath. My spear can reach far and I can hold my breath for a long time. I figure I can attack two with one breath. I will have to come up for a breath at least twice before I am able to finish them off.
As the wolves rested, I took my spear with the sharp knife on the end of it, and slid into the water. Swimming to the middle of the river, I practiced my moves over and over. Envisioning my opponents swimming at the crest of the river, I practiced thrusting my spear upward where they will be, and then with the same breath, I swam over a couple meters and practiced thrusting again.
I repeated this over and over until I was confident with myself. If I get within the wolves striking distance, I can just swim straight down and out of their range.
Like I said before, the wolves are getting weaker by the day and don't seem to be eating or drinking anything. I imagine the wolves kidneys are failing by now from the antifreeze poisoning. With luck, they may die by the time I get enough courage to follow through with my plan. If they don't die, they will be very weak and easier for me to take out.
I was pretty tired after training for so long. My plan is to rest all day tomorrow and fuel up on carbs while the wolves get weaker.
Resting tomorrow reminds of the tapering before a race. Although tapering usually takes place over many days, I will rest my muscles and fuel up the best I can in one day. I will prepare my mind by visualizing the scenario over and over.
Like my opponents in a triathlon, I will not underestimate them. I will treat them as though they are the most dangerous players in the game. I will show no mercy and I will attack to the greatest of my abilities. My effort will be one hundred percent till I am well past the finish line.
I know I sound like a cheesy character in an over-the-top sports movie, but I have to be prepared to give it my all. There will be no room for weakness past tomorrow.
Tyler’s Journal Entry: 452
Date: October 4th
Weather: Cool, cloudy, slightly windy
Miles to go: 620
Tomorrow is the day I end this showdown with my five "friends." For three days I've tried crossing this river. For three days they've stalked me and blocked my passage across.
I sit here across from them and the only thing separating us is fifty yards of slow moving water. They just sit on their side of the river, staring at me.
I'm tired of
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