I loath gyms. I loath the crush of people, other sweaty bodies, televisions bombarding me with sports, news casts and morning talk shows I'd just assume never watch all the while sucking piped stale air into my lungs. I long to be out running through the woods again...just me and the various critters. However, my running days aren't back yet. And in order to get them back I must heal. And so, with trail running held in front of me like the proverbial carrot, I made my way to the gym this morning. And rode five miles on a bike going no where. In spite of my loathing of being indoors it felt good to work my heart, to sweat and to breath deeply.