So last night I had a garbage workout. Just a total stinker. I felt bad, I kept my head out of it, and I just never even got close. Which sucks.
I think that exercise is a place where our mind should be clear of the daily distractions of the day. We need that time to focus on the events that we are doing, so that we can connect to our bodies and our spirit. Scientifically, we need to focus on what we are doing, and that will be the key to getting stronger. We need to be present.
I had a garbage day. I could not get out of my own head, and I kept thinking about conversations through out the day. It was great to take part in though. In the beginning I was NOT upset about the conversation. Then as I worked out I grew more upset, and then by the time I was done, I was not upset again. It was an amazing sort of arc. I truly thought it was cool.
I think that working out has to be personal, and has to be revolutionary. We learn more about ourselves as our lungs open up, as our cells open up, and as our brain swims in endorphins than I think we learn any other time. It is a good time. We are alive as our heart pounds.
And yesterday, I got no where near that joy. In fact when I got in the mighty Subaru to drive home, I just felt like dog crap. Took a melatonin, and started the night over. Out like a light. Kapow.
And today, today is going to be the best day ever.