Only a little further. Find some shade and enjoy. Put the suntan lotion on. Off with the long-sleeved shirts. The rounds go by and you begin to feel the effects of a day's work.
Every little effort seems tougher.
Worst of all, you can't seem to lose that tune that's been in your head all day. You now know, conclusively, that all 70s music is a danger to society and should be available only with a prescription or a license. Anything by the Captain and Tenille should require both. It turns out your mental meandering has helped you push on. Perhaps that nagging song is like the grain of sand that chafes the oyster for months and produces a pearl.