Now it is 1am,
and I am still not done.

Of course I am not done.But my body is switching off.

That’s all I have.
I’ve got nothing more.

I used to think the limit was magic.

Hit the wall.Break it. Become bigger.

Every time I said,
“That’s all I have,” some hidden reserve appeared..

Maybe I was tired.
Maybe I was lazy.
Maybe I was almost there.

This is a dangerous training.

Now I am learning
to stop before the wall.

To stop while there is still something left.

Keep a bit.

A candy-in-the-pocket bit.

That’s all…

I have.