Recently, I went running for the first time in something like a month. It took me a week to recover; my legs were killing me for days. Yesterday, I went running again. Today? I almost feel ready to run again.
I bitch about the human body, but it’s self-repair is pretty good sometimes. I just wish I could get in shape, then tell the self-repair and self-optimization routines to keep me like this instead of constantly having to convince my body it needs to be ready to spring into action at any minute by regularly pushing its limits.
It’s still on notice. As soon as I can replace it without a drop in the quality of my life, I’m off this coral reef wrapped in meat and onto something more easily repaired, upgraded, and backed up.