Today, I didn’t want to write. I want to curl up in a blanket and stare at my bedroom’s ceiling tiles, not confront all of the deadlines looming right after Thanksgiving. Despite the funk, I’m up and about.
Days like this are the reason that I exercise. Even just 15 minutes of yoga or running or lifting weights has the almost magical ability to get me back to emotionally level within a few hours. This week, my schedule is riddled with deadlines and bartending shifts. Between the seven remaining deadlines and quite a few hours behind the bar, I’m seeking out all the things I can do instead of knocking out deadlines early.
The problem is that fitness won’t wait. If I put it off, my mood suffers, but if I commit to it, I’m diverting precious energy with the knowledge my energy levels will eventually increase exponentially. It may sound like lip service to the proven research on science, but it’s true. Though I want to melt into the couch, I won’t.
In my years on this planet, I’ve experienced the ups and downs that come with living fully. The sadness and joy and love and craziness that accompany it are natural parts. These emotions are vital to being human. They’re also so powerful that they can control the path of life, but exercise can help to regulate them.
Even if a short yoga session only serves as a quick mental break, the time spent will be well worth it. As a science, tech and writing nerd, my brain is usually stuck in high gear, and running or lifting slow my thoughts just enough to keep me sane. So, if you need me, I’m unplugging for the next 45 minutes before I go in to Octane.