That "one more rep" turned into ten more exercises, each more punishing than the last. By the end, I was convinced my legs had filed for emancipation. My tank top could've been used to mop the floor. And yet... beneath the exhaustion was a wild, inexplicable sense of aliveness. As we collapsed onto the grass post-torture, I tilted my head to the sky-not for inspiration, but perhaps divine rescue. Instead, I got clouds. Big, moody ones, rolling in fast.