I decided to take today off from major activity. My back and hamstrings were sore in an angry way. It is hard to quantify how I can feel the movement in good ways, too, though. Because I can feel my sore abs, I engage them more when I turn to pick something up. I sit up straighter, feeling the burn in my lats when I do so.
While I didn’t hike or pick up trash, I did, however, finish a final draft of my essay. I will need to read it out loud a few times before sending it to the editors. It’s too long, and I am not sure what to do about that, other than live with it. I don’t think anyone ever died of reading.