Paul Davidson
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Predictably, my quads reacted to yesterday’s jog by tightening overnight to the same length as a toddler’s. I groaned downstairs this morning with Piglet, my core taking over the job of operating my legs.
Still, they were allowed to tighten by a baby that slept through the night. The whole night!
In celebration, we got a socially distant driveway visit from lǎoyé and the cast iron skillet. Piglet was on tremendous form and they left happy when the rain got too heavy.
Now to lie in a hot, salty bath to convince my legs take it upon themselves to relax.
17 May 2020