I did an hour and a half on the Nordic Track this weekend. One hour yesterday and a half hour today. In between the two sessions, I got this image in my head of a giant hand placing the ski machine in my basement, and me skiing in place for the amusement of some entity, as a hamster runs on a wheel for a child’s entertainment.
Running outside provides a little more sense of freedom, although that’s over for now with the arrival of a persistent snow cover.
Is my cage any different than the glass walls of the pet hamster’s home, and am I any more aware of what goes on outside its confines? Do I really care more than whether or not I get my next meal, and fresh cedar chips once in a while?
Should I be worried about the large cat perched on the screened lid overhead?
