crunches raze first you need something to land on. something soft, but not so soft that it gives way beneath the weight of you. then you need sound. talk_radio won't do the job. you need something with a beat. roots_music. classic rock. electronica. jazz. a polka or two. anything you could dance to if you were still standing. in the absence of rhythm, you supply your own. a symphony of cotton, wood, nylon, coiled steel, and sweat. you pull yourself up just to let yourself fall. you do that six hundred and fifty times. then you find your feet again and turn the music off, or else you take it with you wherever you go. 230103 what's it to you? who go blather from