May 21, 2003 - 4:20 p.m.
My dad bought my family passes to the local recreational center, which is really something I'd never think I'd use. my dad sort of suckered me into going, and so I came along thinking that I'd swim or something.
I never thought that I would spend all my time running. I mean, let's face it, unless I'm running outside at nightime, I hate to run. But for some reason, I just decided to use this treadmill type thing. I don't know what hit me. I stayed on that fucking machine for thirty minutes, going as fast as I could. It didn't give me the sick feeling I usually get running, either. I felt relaxed, looking at the numbers change. My brain was thinking in pure mathematics. Go a little bit faster, and you can increse your strides per minute to 170 instead of the 150 you have going steady now. Put up the resistance to 5, and you can burn calories faster. Watch the calories burn. It was positively robotic. I didn't even notice how worn out I was until I could feel the sweat pooling down my forehead in little beads. I couldn't feel the pain in my ankles until I stepped off.
It was nice, such a wonderful feeling of control.
It was nice, being devoid of all your thoughts and problems for a little while, and losing yourself in raw primal feelings. For once, you're not worried about tomorrow. All you know is to go faster, faster.
