Okay, say you're a young twenty something learning to ski. You've been at it most of the day and your weary body longs to return to the lodge. You get to the bottom of the hill, and the lift lines are the shortest you've seen them all day. Your greedy brain urges one more quick trip.
Not yet having learned to listen to your body, you are twenty after all and invincible, you jump on the lift. Halfway down the hill, your legs give out, you tumble over, and your break-away bindings don't. Break-away that is. Your knee is wrenched so badly, not only are you done skiing for the weekend, you're done for the winter.
Fast-forward some years. Okay lot's of years. It's been a gloomy winter. You cannot wait to get outside for a long walk. About a mile down the path, that same pesky knee suggests it's done for the day. But the sun is shining, a warm breeze is blowing, and everything smells deliciously fresh. A half mile later, the knee stops working.
The moral of the story? Listen to your body. Go back to the lodge and have a beer and some wings.
In Memoriam: Janet Reid
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