My brother-in-law dragged me to the gym tonight. I've never worked out a gym before, believe it or not. We did this 30 minute circuit workout. I'm sure my arms will be sore tomorrow. Afterwards I ran on the treadmill for a mile. That was a different experience. I was so nervous. I settled in at a comfortable pace. Then I realized it was a 17 min./mile pace. No wonder. I kept bumping it up little by little until finally I got to 10 min./mile. I saw the stop button and I was praying that it wouldn't just STOP once I pushed it, but that it would come to a gradual halt. I finally convinced myself that it would and I was right. Whew! But once I stepped on the ground it felt like I was still moving, or like the world was still moving, and neither I nor the world could stop. I was walking right towards this wall and I was like, "Please, be able to turn. I don't want to walk into this wall." Such a weird and fun feeling.