There is a point where you stop feeling. You stop thinking. You are too weary to even consider the pain. Pulling out the slack from the silks, you heave a sigh and go again. You fall. You start over.
There is a point where you have to stop feeling or it would be too much. You have to stop thinking or it would be overwhelming-- the little speck that pull is-- that pull that takes all you've got.. it's nothing-- but that's why you have to stop everything and just go.
It hurt to pee this morning. Not the "uh-oh I think I have an infection" type, but it hurt because the muscles I use to pee are the same that I iced last night to numb the pain.
Brahms, Symphony no. 3, mvt 3, quells the sore muscles
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