Yesterday, March 31, 2010, four days after I turned 40 years old, I got some of the best news I’ve heard in quite a while. My neurosurgeon told me that my back was healed and I was free to do whatever I wanted to do. I wasn’t really surprised by this, but it instills confidence that the guy who dug around in your back is telling you to go ahead and train like you want. Felt good…