There is a moment in the movement —
about two-thirds of the way through —
when I question my decision
to do this one alone.
To try when no one is spotting me.
To move forward when there is
no form of safety net.
It is in this What If moment
that I can choose:
to harden my resolve or let it crumble,
to push through my decision
or to bail under the weight of it,
to do it or not.
It is in this Damnit moment
that I decide:
It is in the next moment —
the Yes!, the Did it!, the Phew! moment —
that I remember:
this is about more than just my body,
my strength, my stamina.
It’s about my mind.