Tonight I went to the gym to run. Running to me is therapy. A way to work through lifes problems. For those of you that have never been to a gym on a friday night, it's a pick up place. It's about the same as going to one of the local bars here in Alaska.
But with for me in the frame of mind I am in, it was painful to watch this courtship dance and even more painful for one poor soul who tried to dance with one broken hearted woman who was only there for one reason...........to run through the pain.....alone...and on the wind.
Once I bruised my would be pick up artist's ego and sent him on his way, I found a treadmill in a quiet corner. I put on my headsets, tuned in some hard driving music, set the speed, and ran.
Before I knew it I ran a 5k in a time that I haven't done since when I was training for the Shoreline Pacific Marathon. Though the sweat and the pain...I felt a small bit of joy...and my heart was missing a little less pain.
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Hey,
If you want to learn more pick up stuff I recommend checking out Mystery's site Venusian Arts, or V's blog at http://www.BAPUA.com
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