I Am Muscle
A conversation you've never had with your most loyal companion. I am Muscle . I work every moment of your waking hours. Even during sleep, I quietly hold positions to keep you safe and still. You may not notice me, but I never stop noticing you. I was born with a limited capacity —but nature gave me the gift to grow. With every new challenge in your early years—crawling, climbing, falling, getting up—I expanded my strength, my control, my ability to serve you better. As you grew older, you asked more of me. And I adapted. But sometimes, you demanded more than I was ready for. I got tired , but you didn’t see it. You called it “growing pains” or “restless legs.” You ran tests, but they found nothing—because the problem wasn’t in your blood, or bones. It was in the imbalance between use and rest . Every time you moved, I had a role. Whether you stretched me, shortened me, or held me still—it was all work. Science gives these roles fancy names:...