I read the funniest article yesterday about an experiment performed on wild mice and other rodents, an experiment to answer the question about whether these creatures would exercise at will, given the alternative of freedom. (I did not realize this was a burning question in the scientific community, but what do I know?) You understand what I mean, right? Do mice traditionally run on treadmills just because they have to, given their laboratory setting, because they have nowhere else to go, like the proverbial hamster wheels? Or do they run for pleasure?
I bet you see where this is going. Because had the test results pointed to LAZY MICE, I would not bother to share it with you.
Well, friends, the mice ran. They ran their little mouse hearts out! The treadmills were positioned in open fields, near well populated forests, and the undomesticated little sweeties had every opportunity in the world to do anything else they wanted to do. Like, forage for example. Or sleep. They could have had mouse-battles with sweet bowstaffs. They could do anything besides run, but over and over again they chose the tiny mouse treadmill. The scientific consensus was that the mice literally ran for pleasure.
Bam. There, it’s official. Running is fun!
Honestly I wish all my friends and loved ones could feel the deep and lasting high I am always talking about. After a while it’s like your bones are literally glowing. But running might not be for everyone. The thing is, is (hi Jon!) that you don’t absolutely hafta run to be happy or healthy. But to be happy and healthy you do have to find something physical to do on a regular basis. Find activities that get you gross-sweaty and also help you bliss out, then do them over and over again. See where that leads you.
As for the running-addicted mice, I just want to know how they figured out the myriad settings on the treadmill. Because WOW those machines are too complicated!
Be like mice and run happy.
I have my chosen activity…. Running ain’t it! 😉
I heard they hung cheese on a string in front of them.
I got to “mouse battles with set bowstaffs” and had to pause for uncontrollable giggles. Really, it doesn’t matter what the outcome of the experiment was now. I can’t stop laughing.
Grr. “sweet bowstaffs”. Bad things happen when I comment with my phone. 🙂