My body counter attacked with a treadmill addiction. It wasn’t possible, after I feverishly ran on a treadmill for an hour to two, not to get high. In a present effort to maintain personal balance, yoga, deep breaths or nothing, I think is healthier for me. But before, I swore every time I hit the bright green treadmill button that I'd finish in time for, say, work. I threw in an extra minute for good measure. Those extra minutes spiraled out of control. I considered the possibility of an immediate post work out high more sparkly than others. After I sweat until my body is ready to shut down, there’s a moment for me that everything is like crystal. Not simply crystal clear, but crystal. It lasted 60 seconds, and once upon a time, the cost of that sparkle, equaled the price.
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