I've climbed a few mountains in my lifetime. Nothing too imposing, but I've trekked into the higher altitudes for a couple of miles. It's strenuous and I had to take my fair share of water breaks and rest stops. I did some sweating, and breath came short sometimes. But I knew that if I just kept putting one foot in front of the other, one by one, eventually I'd reach the top.
I think my Cape Pointe Shawl should be renamed as The Mountain Climber Shawl. It's not strenuous, and it doesn't cause sweating or shortness of breath, but the rows have gotten mighty long, and I keep reminding myself that if I just knit one stitch after another, eventually I'll reach the end. (Which in this case is the bottom, not the top.)
I'm close, I'm really close. This shawl takes 187 rows, and I've knit 174 of them. 13 rows to go; piece of cake, right? But imagine you're on that steep mountain, and you can see the peak. Should be easy to put on a final burst of speed. But you're tired. Really really tired. Each step takes you higher in altitude, and puts more of a burden on your lungs. Each row increases the number of stitches I'm working on. It's up to 300-plus stitches each row.
Lotta stitches. Lotta steps. One after another. I'll get there.
Here's the progress pic. Note the huge number of ends to weave in. More steps.