Timberland boots are the best. Timbaland beats I mean!
Not being able to dance makes it so much sweeter to dance again. In a way I needed that humility, to give me something to surge against.
Also got deep into Elgar's cello Concerto, a book about running by Haruki Murakami, which helped me realize that suffering is optional, another by Boethius, the consolation of philosophy, which also helped and a thousand New Yorker and Sun articles.
Oh but those Timbaland beats!