I've developed the remarkable ability to convince myself prior to a visit to the gym that I'm going to enjoy the experience. Once I'm in there, it takes approximately two minutes on the elliptical trainer for me to start wondering how I could ever have been so naïve. Ten minutes in, and I'm sickeningly aware I've got another half hour of this torment, and I'm wondering if this time I'll be able to see it through to the end. Somehow I always do. And somehow I usefully forget just how bad it gets. And then I start looking forward to the next visit.
It's a strange thing, the mind. Well, the one that belongs to me is.
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