Things have calmed down a bit now.
I still have training to do.
That much hasn’t changed.
I still got to get ahead.
Time before I depart is winding down,
winding down fast, I must say.
Should I be worried that I won’t finish?
Maybe I don’t get everything done.
Maybe the time comes, and I have
yet more to do.
Do I really believe all of that though?
I’ve managed to do so much in little time.
I don’t need but a little more now.
Sure, rest days from now till then are few—
few if any, really.
So what though? I can rest then,
when I’m finally on that beach.
Today though, today I train again.
Because that’s the deal I made with myself, isn’t it?
No shortcuts, no compromises, no “good enough.”
Not now. Not when I’ve come this far.
I’ll find my strength in the rhythm I’ve created.
The rhythm that whispers to me: keep going.
It’s not just about the work—it’s about the trust.
The trust I’ve built with myself to show up,
day after day, no matter how I feel.
I’m not afraid of being tired anymore.
Tired is familiar. It’s the weight of progress.
And honestly, there’s something comforting in it.
The finish line isn’t some far-off dream.
It’s the next rep, the next step, the next breath.
And then, eventually, the moment of rest.
But for now, rest can wait.
Because what I’m building is bigger than this moment.
It’s me. It’s who I’ve always wanted to be.
And that is always worth it.
