Ok, there are those occasional days (er, weeks) where it's the last thing that I want to do. But, for the most part, it's right up there with being one of my favorite past times.
I mean, yes, I'd rather go eat some delicious food with you, or have a drink every now and then, but working out does so much more for me than helping me be physically fit, it helps my attitude too.
This past week was kind of a doozie. I wasn't all that busy, but it was a draining week. I'm afraid of how much worse my attitude could have been if I hadn't gone to the gym.
Take yesterday, for example. I was dog sitting my sister and brother in law's dog, Bella.
|Sweet little belly, chewing up an ugly Jayhawk... :)|
We were up again around 7:30 to go to the bathroom and I just decided to let the dogs have free reign (instead of going back to their kennels) of the house because I wasn't done sleeping. Laila decided that she'd take a little rest with me, but Bella decided she needed to do some exploring.
I was half asleep and half not and noticed that Ms. B was being extra quiet so I decided to go and check on her...only to walk out to a big pile of dog poo. I cleaned that up and decided to check the rest of the house. This dog must have had a rotten stomach or something because she managed to poop on every floor of my split level house...that's 4 poo's if you're counting.
I was not a happy camper. Needless to say Ms. B went back to her kennel for a little bit after that episode.
Later that morning (ok, it was like 8 by this point), I went downstairs to watch some TV, aka-take a nap, and the dogs were going crazy and trying to lay on top of me on the couch. Both of them. Finally, they decided it was nap time too.
|This is how they like to be when they are around each other, always together and hovering over one another...well, Bella likes to hover, and Laila likes to sit on top of Bella, but you get the picture.|
Everything was going fine until Bella's mom and dad came to pick her up and she decided to pee in the basement right in front of my brother-in law, just as a little "welcome home dad" gift.
I was a little annoyed, but, I do need to point out that my dog also loses all of her manners when she goes to their house (they occasionally find little rabbit turds hidden in only places that Laila can get to, oops). Dogs are silly sometimes.
Anyway, after Bella left, I decided that I needed to get out of my PJ's and go to the gym.
Maybe it was the fact that I was kicking and punching the crap out of a bag that made this workout extra good, or just the fact that I made it out of the house and to the gym on a Sunday.
Either way, sweating seems to always make me feel better. If I feel like I'm getting sick, I tend to go to the gym instead of taking meds because I think that I can sweat the toxins out of my body. I'm weird, I know. But I don't like taking medicine. AND, if I'm having a horrible day, going to the gym to sweat usually makes the day seem 10 times better than what it started as.
What do you do when you're having a bad day? Is the gym your go-to place to get out of a funk?