Something to Think About

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By Mark Peacock

I remember waking up feeling rested… neither tired nor sore, yet again after another wild Friday night out on the town that followed a long, hard, physical work day preceded by a morning run, that followed several days of doing exactly the same thing… a long time ago in my youth, and remembering the non-event that such mornings were.

Now it takes a few minutes to rock myself out of bed, taking a survey of which part feels the most damaged or sore or non-functional this morning, after a short day of a short week at a job in which I couldn’t possibly strain a muscle, much less two and a non-existent exercise program… my body sore from lack of use.


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