 I think it's something that just grows as time goes along. For me, it was pretty much almost a year and a half in the making. You start feeling this sense that actually, is this what I want to keep doing? Is my body still able to do it? And I think you don't want to make a rash decision. So you give yourself time. But I think it just becomes more and more difficult to motivate yourself. And realistically, when the days, the good days out there are way outnumbered by the bad days, you start realizing that the end is nigh.