rested when everything said push and it was the hardest thing, the space between the impulse and the… stillness, that’s the space i want to live in, not just run through, not just visit on the way to somewhere else… dex doesn’t get it, wants to know how many miles i logged, but that’s not the point, is it? the point is the hum behind the wanting… that’s the real engine, not the legs, not the lungs… the legs just follow orders… it’s the… quiet persuasion of the body when the mind finally shuts up… that’s the thing, the thing i almost missed, almost traded for another pointless summit… but the sun on my skin, the dirt on my hands… it was enough, more than enough. the burn in my hamstrings finally feels like… permission.