Survive?

When everything is pointed down at you and you must choose wisely which way will your hand sway?

With the chilling winds nipping on my heels I trek through striving to reach the top. At first it was easy for the first couple steps but as I got to the mountainous turf my chest began to pound and my endurance was depleting. Would I make it to the top or would I die trying I had to make a choice quickly for the air that preluded was getting thick making it excruciatingly hard to keep moving through the tundra I made up my mind I will survive