The Struggle of Memory Against Forgetting

Shuffling into the kitchen after a grueling beach taekwondo class, I turned my back to a chair, gripped the armrests, and began to hoist myself up and in... argh! I can't. I threw myself back to the floor in sorrow and disgust. Standing room only! The habit to sit in a chair is so ingrained in me it may as well be instinct.

I did sit in a truck to get to the beach. The back pain resulting from getting out of the truck after a twenty-minute ride reminded me why I am doing this.