Boundaries on the Battlefield of Work

I went for a run this morning. It was the first time I had run in two weeks. Every step in the first five hundred meters was exquisite pain.

My mind raced: It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Why am I still running if it hurts? Why don’t I stop? Why don’t I just walk? My heart raced, not from exertion. Tears welled up in my eyes. I changed my play list three times: from a mix of old classics, to Dylan, to Power. And I kept running; contemplating just about everything. My legs shook. But, oh my god, I couldn’t stop. I had been resting my body for the past two weeks. That…