At the Edge of It

Today arrived cold, wet, and soaked through with rain. And strangely, I felt excited. Time to train. Time to learn. Time to smile and find some enjoyment in it.

Is everything perfect?
Hardly.

That answer never really changes.

Still, I’m here. And I’m not unhappy.

Training turned out to be the coldest, wettest session I’ve had since returning. Cold that sinks in slowly. Rain that never quite lets up. It was fun in its own way, but it also carried a warning.

Winter here isn’t going to be negotiable.

There won’t be ways around it. No shortcuts. No comfortable alternatives. Just days like this, repeated, asking the same question over and over again.

I can already feel where it leads — not to something dramatic, but to a quieter kind of testing. The kind that doesn’t announce itself, just wears on you until something gives or adapts.

I don’t know yet which it will be.