Leave it on the 'mill

Running was really hard for some reason. All day at work I looked forward to it... only to get the 'mill and have my legs ache like the dickens. Prodigy helped a little. I started run-punching and singing along. Some guy stared at me. Nothing like looking retarded at the gym. I guess that pretty much happens every time I go there though. I'm considering taking up boxing. Or street-fighting.