Fatigue is the ultimate mental battleground. Your body is pulling one way, and your tapering will is pulling another. Your feelings against your goals: which comes out on top?
Mile 5, or Mile 20, or Mile 80. Exhaustion, or hunger, or mental fatigue.
That’s enough. I’m finished. I need rest; I’ve got a hard session planned tomorrow, anyway.
Your will is wavering; your feelings have overpowered your goals.
You couldn’t go on because you placed The Wall in front of you. It doesn’t exist at a certain mile, or a certain hour, or a certain pace. The Wall exists wherever you don’t want to keep going. You fabricate this obstruction, this Wall, as an excuse to justify ending short.
The Wall isn’t something in front of you; it’s not something in your way.
The Wall is something in your mind. It’s not real, this obstacle; it impedes and obstructs only as it is allowed.
The Wall is an excuse.
It needs to be torn down. It needs to be dismantled. The remnants need to be left behind, for good.
A permanent destruction of this excuse, this monument to complacency.
Dismantle Your Wall.