Exhaustion

I've been an active person my whole life. Weeks of soccer camp, long runs, lifting--I hit most of the high points. I thought I knew what it meant to be completely, irrevocably beat. But there's just nothing in the world says exhausted like the fifth consecutive week of 10+ hr. days of dance school, weekends featuring rehearsal.

I'm not trying to throw the misery poker tougher-than-thou trump card here, because I'm sure there are people who engage with their sports or other training experience in a way that completely uses them up. Just that I've never felt so genuinely at my limit. It's weird because I'm awake, brain's still goin. I just can't get up to go get my book from the shelf, or to wash the dishes, or to move to my bed.