There is a moment as I tie the laces that my resolve to train solidifies, when I have shifted gear from resting to action mode.
The laces were the bold colours of her ambitions, neon pink and burgundy, for in them she felt as she was both in flight and rooted in good earth. And so as she fixed them in a bow, as she felt her shoes hug each sole all the tighter, the resolve to train was renewed.
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