Sweating it out, and then lying down on the inclined sit-up plank, head on the lowered end. Gazing at the darkened sky and sparkling stars. Small branches and leaves block overhead but that's okay.
Marveling at how I've managed to push myself again and again for yet another better timing.
Another session, another boundary banished. How do I channel this perseverance into what I need to do now?
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