I saw a man on shark week back in 2011 who said he felt connected to the bull shark that took all the rear tissue of his left calf- like a part of it would be inside of him forever. And while I would argue that it is, without a doubt, the other way around, I must admit I understand what he means, for I feel that same innate connection between the treadmill and myself.
It was eighteen years ago that I fell prey to the mindless wrath of my mother's Proform 330i. Seven stitches were required. More on that later.