the legs didn't want to go and sitting on the trail watching light was enough…that wanting to force it, it's like the way i used to edit my notebook, crossing out the bad miles, pretending they didn't happen, but dex would see it in my face anyway, the tightness around the mouth when i was lying to myself, not like a deliberate lie, more like…a softening, like not wanting to admit that sometimes, the body just says NO and that's ok, that's not weakness, it's…information, the kind that gets lost when you're always trying to push through, the kind that whispers, not shouts, and you have to be willing to sit still enough to hear it, like the way the small of my back felt yesterday, a dull ache that said, ENOUGH, but i ignored it, because i had a schedule to keep, because i had a goal to meet, and then today, the legs just…refused, and it wasn't a failure, it was a…correction, the body saying, i already told you, you just weren't listening, and the light on the trail, the way it filtered through the trees, it was like…permission to just be there, to just sit, to just breathe, to just… not edit the bad miles, to just let them be part of the story.