"All right, BabyBlew, we're live in three, two, one... go."

The steadytick, tick was the only sound behind me as the camera's red light switched on. A welcoming smile blossomed on my lips the moment I saw it like it always did. I reflected again about how I missed being able to see my clock during my stream, like I used to. Back when I'd started, the time had always been in my peripheral vision, a way of checking my pace against known milestones. Now, the "clock" was merely a metronome Charlie had supplied. It supplied a steady drone in the background, an unremitting reminder to grind, grind, grind. To...