I don't love it. I don't even like it. But I appreciate it. And that's enough, right?
Actually, for me, it is. Because this is when I would normally quit. Quit running, quit working out - the whole shebang. Hey - I had a good run of what...nearly three years of exercising? I gave it a shot. But the universe is trying to tell me something, with my bum ankle...go back to being a couch potato...you're too old for this kind of stuff...who did you think you were trying to fool with this whole "running" thing?
But the fact that I'm not quitting, that I have been going to the gym, by myself, three times a week, and getting on that boring piece of equipment - well, that tells me that I HAVE changed. I want to stay in shape. I like how my body feels after I've exercised. I even like sweating although I tend to agree with this quote "Sweating is NOT the sign of a good workout routine. It's just your body crying from the cruelty it just endured."