It was not a jolt that was the first visible alteration; rather, it was the lack of my typical crash, which occurs after lunch. Despite the fact that I was still hungry at midday and full thereafter, I did not feel the need to take a nap around two thirty. Instead, I continued working until four o'clock, when I realized that I had not once checked the time. The adjustments to the budget and the status reports, which often seemed like trudging through muck, proceeded along with fewer rereads than they normally would have. Before going to bed that night, I was able to do a quick jog around the neighborhood, and I still had enough concentration left to lay out the schedule for the next day. Ten days later, it became more difficult to dismiss the pattern as a coincidence. I conducted a personal experiment in which I timed the amount of time it took me to produce a weekly report that I have been compiling every Tuesday for the last several months. I used the timer that is on my phone. My usual time is thirty-eight minutes; however, I recorded thirty-one minutes this time, which is seven minutes less than my normal time, and there were no mistakes that were highlighted in peer review. It's a little triumph, but it's clear. What's more, following a round of resistance band training in the late afternoon, my muscles felt ready for another round of exercise earlier than they normally would. In my opinion, it is not the same thing as having the stamina of a superhero; rather, it is a subtle awareness that healing was moving forward in the background as I was tackling the remainder of my evening.