seasons_and_change raze you start to wonder if your body has authored some grand design without apprising your mind after an elbow injury forces you to trade three years of planks and improvised burpees for squats and jumping jacks, shifting your core strengthening exercises south of the soft storage container you call your abdomen, and there comes a day when you lean on all the strength your legs have hoarded to crouch down as low as you can get to the ground without leaving your feet, sharing space with a dying friend, rocked by the realization that you've spent the last ten seasons and change preparing for this, here, now. 250702 what's it to you? who go blather from