Running on a treadmill on a moving vessel is almost like running in a Swedish forest. Sometimes it’s uphill and sometimes it’s downhill. Sometimes the track leans to the left and sometimes to the right. Luckily, there are no roots to stumble over or branches to duck for. But on the other hand, the track in the forest wouldn’t make you come to a full stop and hitting your stomach into a bar in front of you, the same millisecond you happen to take a step outside the tracks. It would also be easy to beat the view of the pale yellow wall and the characteristic too-small-gym-with-too-much-old-equipment-and-people scent.
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