Chapter 5Nick placed his hands behind his back and pushed his hips forward. Ow. He winced at the catch in his tight muscles before he reversed direction and bent over his feet. Double ow.
He hung upside down while the pressure built behind his eyes and his scalp tingled from the rush of circulation. Seen this close the tile floor needed a good scrubbing. Gross.
Could he handle thirty more years of grossness as his life calling? Would he even have paid off his student loans by then? That was a depressing thought. And no, the counter-posture didn’t release any of the tightness in his back. He was getting old. When was the last time he went to the gym?
Next week, Nick promised himself. He’d get up earlier. Do some yoga stretches with his morning coffee. Spend at least ten minutes of his no
