A speaker walks home and battles constant urges to quit, from taking a bus halfway through to listing excuses near the end. He pushes through anyway, finishes exhausted, and realizes the walk itself proves that discomfort doesn't mean you should stop.
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All right, home stretch. Back on the path, almost home. There's a few things I found pretty surprising on the way back. About halfway there, the body went, no, we should stop, we should stop. We hit, uh, the bus station around, uh, Walkley area, Greenboro, and it was like, okay, we should stop. Let's just get a bus pass and we'll bus the rest of the way back. No. It's like, no, we're not gonna do that. Don't listen to the body. The body's silly. We'll keep going. And we keep going, and I'm about 3/4 of the way home, get to like the South Keys area, and the mind starts to agree with the body. Yeah, yeah, we should stop. This is enough. Yeah, this is gonna be pain. And what's amazing to me is the amount of excuses that ran through my mind as to reasons to stop. You name it— the heat, the distance, the The pain, the whatever. The amazing thing is though, just letting those excuses run and you just keep going. You just— the feet keep going, you keep moving one step in front of the other. And when I get home, I am going to be wiped. I am going to likely be in pain, but I will have done it. I'll have finished the thing that I did. And from this, there'll be a lesson to be learned. So next time I do this, I'll know how to do it in maybe a better way. But none of that happens unless you actually take the walk. You had to do it, you know? Anyway, it was a beautiful day. Great walk.
