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He hoisted the heavy steel toolbox onto his shoulder. It dug into his collarbone immediately. He could have left it in the truck, but in his mind, leaving your tools was like leaving your hands.

The first three miles were about rhythm. The crunch of gravel under his boots became a metronome. By mile six, the sun began to bake the dust into his skin. His shoulder screamed, a dull, throbbing heat that radiated down to his hips. Every time he considered setting the box down to rest, he remembered his father’s voice: “If you stop every time it hurts, you’ll spend your whole life sitting in the dirt.” The Hard Way

"Could've hitched a ride with the mail carrier. He passed by about an hour ago." He hoisted the heavy steel toolbox onto his shoulder

Elias wiped the grit from his eyes and looked at his tools, gleaming under the shop lights. "I know," he said. "But I had work to do." The first three miles were about rhythm