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Surprisingly, I like going to the gym. I actively like it. Kind of how I like going to the dentist in terms of having alone time that's spent constructively -- killing two birds with one stone, so to speak. No, it's not a mani/pedi or a good book and a Starbucks latte, but I find that working out makes me feel just as good. And when I said that I experienced a runner's high (having never run in my life) upon leaving the gym this morning, I felt a distinct wave of euphoria, mixed with some dizziness (and just a touch of nausea). As far as I'm concerned, this feeling can only be attributed to the ass-kicking cardio/treadmill class I took (while simultaneously watching Ellen, by the way). Or possibly because of my period. Damn hormones.