Fitness Friday - Lesson Learned

Hi Friends.

It’s Fitness Friday around this joint aaaaaaannndd I don’t really have that much to talk about.

Although I did have a wonderful breakthrough this week. It’s the same one I always have. Working out makes you feel better.

Wednesday was my yuck day. And I mean bad. So bad I had to go to all you can eat pizza and salad bar for lunch, if you know what I’m saying.

The day was the shit pile on top of what Tuesday was, a dung heap. I can’t really explain to you the reason. Probably an extended hangover mixed with crazy hormone episodes because of starting my BC late. Oops.

Anyways I felt useless and I was contemplating life way too much. Including my relationship. I seriously was at that “could cry any second” stage. ALL DAY.

I got home and did the usual, took Gunner to the dog park. I felt a little better (walked him there). Then I got completely up-ended by someone else's dog and ate shit hard. Reverse better feeling.

So when I got home and the BF was still pretending like I didn’t exist (I hate computer games), I decided there was only one thing I should really do for myself. Did I want to cry, slam doors and eat ice cream? Yes. But I didn’t.

I went to the gym and got my sweat on. It was glorious. I just did cardio because I didn’t want to think too much. I half watched baseball half lip synced to the songs on my iPhone and rocked a solid 45 minutes.

I was a new woman. I felt like everything had lifted off my shoulders. I wanted to smooch and hug the person who had annoyed me before leaving for the gym. I wanted to dance around the house and sing at the top of my lungs. Thank you endorphins.

I settled for an olive oil hair mask and singing at the top of my lungs in the shower, to the cat outside the shower door instead. Don’t judge. It was awesome.

So my point here is any time I start feeling bat shit crazy emotional, I need to go to the gym. I need to get away and not throw a fit. I need to do something good for me, not let things simmer and fester on the inside.

It was a good lesson learned. Not the first time, because I know I’ve learned it before, but I’m glad for the little refresher.

And I give you the post workout boob sweat for good measure:

Here's my week in review:

MONDAY: 4 v. 4 grass volleyball, almost 3 hours
TUESDAY: Sick/Rest Day 

WEDNESDAY: Walked the dog, and CARDIO THERAPY
THURSDAY: Gym at lunch hour – Shoulders and Back, plus doubles grass volleyball 3 hours

FRIDAY: Gym at lunch hour – Legs and Core

WEEKEND GOALS: One run or gym session. Drink lots of water! 

How'd you get your endorphin fix this week?

TTFN!