How might I go about this differently? Is there a better way?
He spun the gears of his mind through all the possibilities he could think of. He was so tired that his thoughts dissolved in the distance like the solidity of the hill's top into the haze of the air's humidity.
Though the physical exertion had for the moment ceased, he found no rest in the thinking. A different kind of pushing.
He was so, so weary of so much pushing.