The strangest thought just thought itself up in my think tank.

I looked at the clock and realized it was still a couple more hours til Curves opens after lunch break, and here is the though:

"Oh darn, I really wanted to go now."

Actual disapointment.

That I can't go work out.

Sweating, grunting, out of breath, forming blisters on my hands, feeling as though my legs are about to collapse under me in fits of exhausted jello-like powerlessness.

Me.

They must pipe in some sort of addictive gas through the ventilation system.