This morning, I woke up at 6:30 (not intentionally) and decided to go for a run. As I was having a metaphorical heart attack on a treadmill, I realized that if I ran every day, there wouldn’t be a sharp pain in my chest every time I cranked out a mile and a half before 7:30AM.
I’ve come to the conclusion that making the time to exercise makes life a little more tolerable. After all, there’s nothing wrong with taking your anger out on an elliptical machine. Its feelings will be more hurt if you ignore it as opposed to abusing it. It likes the attention.
Treadmills, on the other hand, are out to get you. Don’t trust them.
Love&hugs, Meg<3
