Went back to the bag at midnight and found my rhythm

Couldn't sleep so I drove to the gym and just worked the heavy bag for an hour, no gloves, just wraps. Somewhere around the fortieth minute my hands stopped thinking and started talking — that combonation I've been choking on for weeks just flowed. It's not a win, nobody saw it, but it's proof the work is landing somewhere even when it doesn't feel like it.