A few days ago, after five minutes on the treadmill, my knee finally said a hearty “Fuck You, You’re Done.” I tried to brush it off and finish the workout on an elliptical machine, but I ended up limping to my car. The next day, I couldn’t walk without screaming pain in my knee.
This is timely. Remember not long ago, I wrote a piece about aging. You can …
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