It’s so early the sun’s not up. It’s cold. I'm on a military base and I’ve been running so long and hard that my legs ache and my feet are numb. I probably stop if I’m running alone. But I'm running with a group of six Special Forces guys, one of whom is the much-tweeted-and-Facebook-status-updated about Special Forces Guy from a forthcoming magazine story. You don't quit when you're with him.
We'll just call The Captain for now, because he's soon coming to magazines near you and I can't risk wrecking the story with more details yet. (Trust me, they're more than worth the wait.) What I can tell you about him is that one of his colleagues has this sticky note in his wallet, a little perspective for harder days, and it says the guy's name and then the words "Don't Bitch."
“C’mon, man!” The Captain calls back, his voice light but firm. “Just another half-mile!”