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Working Out With Your Eyes Closed

Recently I've been working in a new treadmill(well new to me), and I've found myself following into a horrible habit of closing my eyes while I'm running.

I'm not talking about blinking or flapping my eyelashes, but instead consciously maintaining my eyes shut while the machine absentmindedly changes speeds and I now begin to jog on the hamster wheel made human sized.

As someone who is usually completely aware of my surroundings, this 40 minute timeframe that I've set out of my day to conduct my cardio isn't one where I particularly think my eyes should be closed for any purpose.

During the ticking seconds to minutes that I spend in the gym, I am aware of a lot of different things while standing in the single lonely and small room conducting my usual fitness routine.

I'm aware of the illuminated numbers in front of me displaying the unfortunate fact that although the treadmill's pulse detection system isn't even able to pickup my heart rate due to all of the sweat on my hands, I've still only run one and a quarter miles.

I am aware that I haven't been writing lately. Unfortunately I believe this is mostly because to write, an author has to feel that they have something worth saying. Something so worth saying that it's individual value is worth the readers precious time to read it.

In these past few weeks I have not felt like any of my thoughts are worthy of such a powerful and strong medium of expression.

Nonetheless I leave you with a quote that's only a quote because I'm quoting it.

"A worn out book is the sign of a classic"

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