Stop pushing through the pain, stop sprinting uphill, stop gasping.
I see you everywhere, taped up, red-faced, contorted, pounded, gritted. There are gentler ways to move ancient joints. There are kinder paths to heart health.
The next time you obsess over the words of your old coach, who told you to get back out and do it again . . . remember the words of your English teacher, who told you to sit down and read.