One Hundred and Eighty Six

So it's (or was, I suppose) 9:40 pm-- my cell goes off to get up and run on the treadmill, my dad just getting home, and my nap not having worked as well as I'd hoped.
UGHHHH...
Maybe I'll run twice tomorrow?
Or I could use today as one of the two break days?
My leg is still pretty sore... maybe I pulled a muscle.
Plus, I'll be running until 10:30, or if I wait longer it'll be practically 11!
UGHHHHHHHH!
...
then i got up, brushed my teeth to go back to sleep, sat on the edge of my bed thinking, and said screw it, i need to run.

{dear treadmill,
we are in a love-hate relationship. and although i'm here for you, everyday until i wimp out, the theory of you makes it nearly impossible to actualize you (despite your benefits).
love,
the only person who still uses you in this house}
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let's jam like it's 1993. ; )