scenes from the gym.

three { and a half } hearts.

feelings on tonights trip to the gym:

i walked a mile. in my shoes. but i wasn't myself. 

didn't check in as myself and didn't leave as myself. 

it was weird. 

but the few calories burned during that little mile walked felt right. somehow.

i trotted along on the treadmill as i wondered what was behind the door with three and a half hearts??

i decided....when dealing with hearts.... it's best left alone if you are unsure. i did just that and never opened it. so i will never know. 

but i will never have to live knowing i broke those hearts playing games of curiosity.

love,
m