Good morning!

It is 1:45am and I have experienced technical problems on my site for the past 24 hours.

Sorry that subscribers did not receive my pithy theatre review…perhaps now that I am, hopefully, up and running again the post has finally arrived in your mailbox.

Anyway, along with the emotional anguish of dealing with modern day technology my body has been screaming, “slow your exercising roll!”

I took a pause after stumbling home from a two hour walk with my doggie yesterday and realized that I have not taken a day off from exercising since mid-October.

My body and mind are at war because emotionally “I wish I knew how to quit you.”

Sadly,  it feels like I’ve been mugged by my own body.

Of late, I start with good intentions and deep down desire and afterward I feel terrible as I have been receiving a passive-aggressive email thread from my hamstrings.

I used to think soreness meant progress, a staving off of aging and a homeopathic form of weight loss.

Now I’m fairly certain it means my body has filed a formal complaint.

I stretch. I hydrate. I even bought a foam roller, which is just a medieval torture device with better branding.

We are told exercise is essential. The fountain of youth. The thing that keeps everything running smoothly.

Which is odd, because nothing about it currently feels smooth.

Yet, I continue.

If it means occasionally feeling like I’ve been hit by a small truck then fine. I will gladly pay the price once I can stand up, unfold the body and move forward.

Wish I could just swim my way through life, but I can’t quit the pool-less big city, either.