My wife's gotten into juicing lately. You know, of the fresh-squeezed variety, not the needles-pills-and-powders version favored by so many top athletes. The byproduct, as anyone who's done this knows, is a lot of soggy pulp. As I looked at macerated remains of carrots, grapefruit, oranges, apples and other fruits and vegetables left over from Sunday morning's fresh squeeze, I felt a certain kinship. "I know how you feel," I thought to myself. I kept this private because unless you come home in a body cast, no one's going to feel any sympathy regarding any aches and pains you've accumulated courtesy of 11 days sailing in South Florida. In fact, coming home in a body cast may not do the trick.