Well actually, I stood in one place in a hot smelly gym with lots of hot smelly people while I became hot, smelly, beet red and dripping in sweat on a stupid machine that looked like this and had one step that tipped forward:
Erin, I feel anger toward you right now; this is your fault. Okay, now that I have projected the blame onto someone else, I feel better.
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