23 miles again. 23 miles while staying still, the nylon of my shorts becoming incredibly hot due to the surprising amount of friction they cause against my leg and the seat. 60 minutes, one our of straight of sitting pouring sweat onto the floor, little puddles of me all around the stationary bike. 23 miles between me and the exact same place I was and one hour later than it was. The endorphins pumping through my body. It is the best feeling in the world, getting off and not feeling quite like yourself. I feel lighter and a bit like I am not a part of myself. picking yourself up and putting it all back together in a meaningful way is difficult, but once you find it, it is the most amazing thing you can do.