Day 96: The Back Knows
A Stubborn Reminder This morning, my lower back decided to remind me of its existence. Not in a dramatic, stop-everything-and-sit-down sort of way, but in that quiet, persistent manner that suggests it has been taking notes on my current situation. It wasn’t screaming in agony, but it had adopted the passive-aggressive tone of an old acquaintance who has never quite forgiven you for that one thing you did years ago. Still, it wasn’t bad enough to stop me running—just enough to make sure I knew it was there, lurking, waiting. The run itself was another gentle base-level session, starting with a descent from The Math School before winding back up the other side. The downhill section felt fine—gravity, after all, is an excellent running coach, though it does tend to overdo things if left unchecked. The uphill return was a little less forgiving. My legs ached, my back complained, and my energy levels were somewhere around the region of a phone on 1% battery, desperately clinging to life. S...