Saturday, March 29, 2008
Not much these days feels better than a run. I mean, it's not exactly fun. But it's one of the only places and times I can think. It's just me, my music, and, if I'm on the treadmill, the blank TV screen in which I watch myself and sing along to the songs. It's a security blanket. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't do that anymore. I can count on it. Not sure I totally identify with this but it makes sense. It's not a way to cure a bad mood, but it sure helps more than sitting around stewing. And the sense of discipline, well, that helps too.