Chapter Ten I RUN MY hand over the back of my neck to lift the hair that sticks there. My entire body aches, especially my legs, which burn with lactic acid even when I am not moving. And I don’t smell very good. I need to shower. I wander down the hall and into the bathroom. I am not the only person with bathing in mind—a group of women stand at the sinks, half of them n***d, the other half completely unfazed by it. I find a free sink in the corner and stick my head under the faucet, letting cold water spill over my ears. “Hello,” Susan says. I turn my head to the side. Water courses down my cheek and into my nose. She is carrying two towels: one white, one gray, both frayed at the edges. “Hi,” I say. “I have an idea,” she says. She turns her back to me and holds up a towel, blocking