Lately I've been struggling with pain. No, don't worry, Mrs. B. is not sick. In fact I am moving toward wellness, which is part of why I am in pain. The other part of my pain is teaching feshmen to write. As I've written before, I am working toward wellness at Ladies' Workout Express, a mellow gym filled with kindly women who empathize with my goals. While the RAC at Georgia Southern is a beautiful building, it's full of students who might show up in my classes, and skinny 18-year old girls who can fit into one leg of my leotard. At LWE I am safe, and no one cares if I sweat. I care, however, because with the sweat comes pain. If I don't stretch, my legs hurt. If I don't use the jacuzzi, my back hurts. I have bones that have been inactive far too long. Although I have lost 20 percent of my body fat, I haven't changed the pain. More pain: teaching freshmen to write. One of my colleagues put it well this afternoon when I went looking for solace. "You ...