The running was not too bad, but I took it pretty slow. The fact that it was a still, gorgeous, wide blue-skied, placid silver lake, summer morning helped me tremendously. Legs felt great, but my back is still a little tender. The thing about having really excellent massage therapy is that it releases the muscles that 'hold you together'. I am so grateful not to be in pain, but it feels like training: day 1. I feel 'undone'; but dang if I can't turn my head side-to-side and windmill my arms! So there's that. I'd like just once not not to be psychosymatic, but this whole back thing is just a symptom of my life swallowing me whole and leaving me to understand my small place in the greater scheme of world. My happiness, my comfort, my acheivements matters so little--which is what hurts me. I am like a matchstick floating on a stormy sea (and that sea is comprised of busy-tweenish-know-it-all-children). | 