Is this what they mean by no rest?

I regularly wonder how to outrun this feeling of hopelessness.
As though,
if by moving fast enough, consistently enough,
it can never catch me.

Perhaps that is naive.
And instead I should be positioning myself
to conquer,
once and for all.

But right now—doesn’t it feel easier to talk and write and cook and fling the kettlebell high above my head
hoping that in my movement,

I am never sought out.