Back in high school, I'd always been a fairly fast runner, competing quite often in track meets. Running with the train shouldn't have been a problem. But the thing I hadn't counted on was, not only was the train forced to go slower by the mountain, but so was I. Impeded by the steep incline, and the weight of my backpack, I was no match for a train, even a slow train.
If it would've been daylight, I think I could have made it. Of course, it would have helped if the train were going even a mile or two an hour slower. Instead, there I was out of breath, watching the cars disappear up the hillside, leaving me stranded - again.
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