I blew off everything I was planning to do this morning (no catastrophic surprise there) to hit the Monotonous Machine of Monotony in our basement. I wanted to test the pain in my foot after seven days of medication and a month and a half of
no-impact exercise no exercise.
I forgot how much I love to sweat.
I forgot how much I love filling my lungs to capacity.
I forgot how much easier music penetrates through the noise when exercising.
I forgot how profitable exercise is to my creative mind.
I’m not sure my foot is ready for running again, but I will hit the Monotonous Machine of Monotony again on Monday.