The Achiness of Inactivity
Mornings are the worst for me. I wake up and as soon as I rise from bed the Symphony of Old Age begins. My knees pop, my ankles crack, my neck crunches, and every movement is …
Mornings are the worst for me. I wake up and as soon as I rise from bed the Symphony of Old Age begins. My knees pop, my ankles crack, my neck crunches, and every movement is …