treadmills can be hate-able in many contexts, even in my former bastion of fitness Vida in dc. but they are much, much worse when they’re located in the dim, freezing basement of the waterfront complex, where every machine makes an excruciating moan when in use and chinese parents never got the memo that young children should not use gym equipment as a playground. but it’s all i got. a good song helps, and i’ve played this one over and over the past few days; miraculously, i run. credit to kelly (aka robot) for putting it on my amazing birthday mix.
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