Running.

Running is extremely taxing on me. After about a mile, every lap becomes a personal challenge of self discipline; to push myself through the aches, pains and shortness of breath.
And yet, its sort of relaxing at the same time. Ironically, my world stops when I run alone and I immerse myself in deep thought about mostly nothing. But its almost peaceful, like my place of mental rest despite the physical torture.
Have you ever listened to the conversations that go on about the track when you run by people?
Some of the squabble is actually quite interesting. Not interesting enough to hear the entire story, but just that little snippet of what I hear is pretty intriguing. I have a good time keeping my music on low and eavesdropping for a phrase or two when I run past people. And then, if I'm feeling bored or have nothing to think about, then I try and fit that snippet into a full conversation. I'm weird.
Also, listening to girls talk about prom is fun(ny).