It is amazing how exercise can impact ones attitude. I slightly sprained my ankle on Sunday and was off the road for four days. Maybe something else was going on as well, but I was a mess. I felt down, was unproductive at work, and had a short fuse with my kids. I managed an eight mile run (on snow encrusted roads) this morning, and it seems like all that is behind me.
But then, maybe it is just Friday.
Victor
Word.
An hour a day keeps the doctor and the shrink away. And the type of exercise really doesn’t matter.
yup.
I am not sure the corollary of emotional well being is to become a “mess” because from a minor, ancillary set-back.
I cannot go more than 3 days without it. Endorphins, adrenaline, and my love of suffering on the bike.
I know what you mean. I got attacked by a pine cone and rolled my ankle last week. Being able to run again makes life so much better.