I’m not too good at warming the bench. I get antsy and impatient. Sadly, each start seems to be a false start.
So today, I limped to my favorite running store: the one I used to help out at — until life got too busy. There, I got taped up and given a compression sleeve to wrap my weary muscle in. Now, I am rollin’ out my muscles like a large piece of dough…and praying a little too.