I went to the gym today and lo and behold, I forgot to bring my gym shorts! What does Miss Genius do? She resigns herself to jogging on the treadmill in her newly purchased Express jeans. (Well because I was stuck there, my dad had dropped me off) Good thing they were kind of stretchy, so they functioned more like tights. I felt like a real winner there though. I think others at the gym must have thought I was a super fob, who had no idea how to dress for a workout. Oh well.
As I was jogging today, I kept wondering about one thing. Why are people so scared of pain? Is that a stupid question? Isn't pain meant to be scary? If we weren't scared of pain, we'd all burn ourselves to death at 4 or 5, when we were little pyromaniacs right? But I guess I wonder, isn't it a better attitude to embrace the pain, whether ir's physical or emotional? If you face the pain, in essence, one of my worst nightmares (I'll speak only for myself here) then...what happens next? Will it make you a stronger person? You would have faced what you were fearing most all along...and perhaps you realize, it's not as bad as you had feared, after all.
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