On a rarely traveled path, it's inevitable that you'll notice what those few you encounter are up to, and you may make comparisons. I notice others, and looking at what they do I feel pressure to advocate against being repressed, and in reality, as it goes I am not a terribly weak or unsupported person: I'm an ideal candidate to do that. Maybe that pressure is real, maybe I am doing it to myself. But it feels unfair. I'm already working hard. I'm already pushing at my ragged edge.
I heard a car behind me, and despite a toot (mind, not a long one), I kept going. I'd be clear of the narrowest part of the road shortly. He'd just have to wait.
Step 98: Life isn't fair, to you or anyone else. Don't let that stop you from doing the right thing, from doing the thing that really ought to be done.