The long last stretch

I need to get out more, to see the sun, hear the birds, or be caught in the torrents of rain that finally fell from the sky today.

Instead I hole up in cramped spaces, kept in by deadlines and lethargy, acutely conscious and instinctively blind to the amount of work at the same time. It's the last dash, the one that really matters, and I could hardly find it in me to run anymore.