No. You move.

They move.

But before that comes the negotiation.

Taxis. Turnstiles. Stairs.

The most important thing is making sure the people you're travelling with either pretend not to notice how hard it is... or, even better, just roll with it.

And people ask me, "Why don't you like travelling?"

Because every step is a negotiation. Mostly with myself.

By day two of dragging myself across the country, I don't burst into tears quite so much anymore. I'm usually up to laughter—the kind that says, "She's not okay... but at least now she knows it."

So I repeat the same mantra I've used a hundred times before:

"Let's just get through this."

Followed closely by:

"You've done it before, and you'll do it again."

And underneath all of it, there's only one thing I really want.

I just want to go training.