At Mid-October I was happily running 2 miles a day and doing floor sciatica-prevention floor exercises every two days. I felt great. The operation was bungled and the consequences were horrific, and not confined to the location of the surgery. When I finally was able to go back to the beach I was walking, not running, and very slow. I said to people on the beach and in the house how very much strength I had lost--not that I had had great strength, but that the strength I had was gone. So today I was very happy to see this in the local paper:
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