I'm contemplating this.
For the sake of remembering myself.
For the sake of sweating the pain from every pore.
For the sake of space, less between me and God, more between me and temptation.
For the sake of thought and prayer and breath and the ache of the body and soul as they transform.
I know healing can't be set to timetable. But my bones know that right now I'm rushing it.
Which means it's time to start hiking the treadmill after classes three days a week to begin training, at least until the snow retreats.