Gyms are weird. However, trail running in my favorite park til I feel like I might go into cardiac arrest is great! Plenty of distracting wildlife, no cars. Pushing past that feeling of “I’m gonna die” as I pass the muscular heavy lifters.

What can you do to cultivate this? Uhh…hate yourself and love the outdoors? But in a “guess I’ll floss cause it hurts” kinda self loathing. Also gotta find a park you wouldn’t mind dying in.

Legend (1985). Tim Curry is a brilliant villain.

Brazil (1985, Terry Gilliam)

Might we say they are “shocked rocks”?