elliptical > mother drama
Last night after a 2 1/2 hour phone call (read as argument with plenty o'drama) with my mother, I was ready to colapse from the sheer exhaustion of the tennis match of words we had.
But at 8:30, instead of taking my "me time" with a bowl of ice cream and my comfy spot on the couch, I worked off my anger and my stress on my elliptical.
I can now say that I absolutely love my elliptical. Not only did it take my abuse but it made me feel better.