Nothing will stop me

This morning, I was grinding my way up the hill. 
And somewhere between my footsteps, I found myself thinking about one of my deepest running fears: sleep deprivation.

It’s not just the tiredness. It’s that hollow, drained feeling… like my mind’s battery is flat. And because I’m such a “head runner,” when that battery dies, everything else seems to collapse in on itself. The world goes silent, dark, and heavy. I’ve been there enough times to know the place too well. It’s almost like PTSD; just the thought of going back there can make my stomach knot.

But then, out of nowhere, I remembered - it was Keith’s birthday yesterday. Keith, who fought battles far bigger than mine. And just like that, perspective hit me in the chest.

Sleep deprivation is not the enemy. Not really. It’s uncomfortable, sure. It tests you. But compared to what so many people face in life… it’s small. And letting it stop me from chasing something meaningful? That would be absurd. Worse—it would be cowardly.

Because in the end, the equation is simple:
Conviction says: I will finish.
Endurance says: I will suffer as long as it takes.
Together they say: Nothing can stop me.