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I’ll admit – I’m one of those twisted freaks who actually enjoys running. Maybe it’s the runner’s high, the feeling of accomplishment post-jog, or just plain masochism, but I have made it a daily ritual for the past decade to lace up my sneakers in the name of mental and physical health.
Although running outside is my ideal, as a native San Franciscan there are days I just don’t feel like scaling the city’s mountainous roads, weaving through busy sidewalks of tourists, embracing the chilly fog, or risk stepping on any presents left on the ground by dog or human. Thus, the treadmill has always been my gym go-to.