Okay. I know when to admit I'm wrong.
The other day I bitched about a girl who was staring at herself while on the treadmill.
Today I went to the gym, got on the treadmill, warmed up, and started to run. I glanced over at myself in the mirror and something occurred to me:
OH. MY. GOD. I'M. RUNNING.
And you know what else?
I DIDN'T LOOK LIKE DEATH WARMED OVER AND SPIT ON WHILE DOING IT.
So I started looking at myself. I watched myself run for a little minute.
It was pretty cool.