When the monkey is tired, the monkey rests. Not later. Not after this last thing. Now, here, on the branch he was already on.
The monkey does not push through. The monkey does not power through. The monkey, having no boss and no internalized boss, has nothing to push against.
We learned to override the body's quiet requests until the body had to start shouting. The gibbon never overrode anything. The gibbon hung from one arm and closed his eyes and stayed that way until something interesting happened.
Usually, nothing did. That was fine.