4:30 a.m. – I awake to the sound of crickets. "Thank God!" The classic iPhone alarm releases me from a fitful night of what felt like daggers being twisted in my lumbar spine. "Par for the course," I think, groaning as I stretch; my lower back straps begrudgingly limbering up. The concrete floor is cold beneath my feet as I shuffle toward the bathroom, flicking on the coffee po...
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