Depression is: running on a treadmill at a speed of 5.2 and feeling like dying and then doing the brisk walk at a speed of 3.5 and still getting a workout THEN looking over at a guy on a treadmill across the room not even breaking a sweat running at a speed of 7.1 and then doing a 'cool down' walk at a speed of 4. Seriously.
oh. p.s. I only really ran for a TOTAL of something like 6 minutes (in 3 different sets) in my 50 minutes on the treadmill.
I will never be a runner.
This is also why I enjoy walking/running outside. There are plenty of cars that go by but they aren't paying any attention to you. I am sure the other few people who were in the facility tonight weren't really paying attention either but I tend to believe the alternative when I am actually there. I get apprehensive actually at the thought of others caring or paying attention. One time when I was in 7th grade my class was watching a video and a few of the guys that were typically goofing off and being twerps were talking and making snide comments. I could not hear what they were saying but for some reason I was certain they were talking about me. This in turn made me subconsciously start breathing more shallow (or not at all apparently) and I passed out. Yep. How's that for being self conscious? If they weren't before they were certainly talking about me then! I flopped over in my chair practically in their laps. My poor friend thought I was dying and I woke up to one of the guys saying "I think she's having a seizure" Oh memories.. Anyway back to the treadmills... I feel like I need to keep pace with others. This is not a good idea when I am nowhere near the same level as others.
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