I exercise.
I like to exercise.
I especially like to exercise when I am mad as hell.
I was mad as hell this morning. I won’t go into details nor with whom that argument was with but it ryhmes with shushband. I was so mad that I thought I might blow a blood vessel in my forehead.
I hate being mad. I hate yelling. I hate arguing. It literally makes me sick to my stomach.
I almost opted out of my trip to the gym this morning because I was so upset, BUT I knew once I was at the gym, I would feel better.
I slipped my feet into the pedal straps on the bike, turned on my iPod and WENT. I let the music carry me away. I pumped my legs hard to GET OUT some of that anger. I let my mind drift- thinking about everything AND nothing. As time went on, my anger faded away and I just pedaled.
I exercise so my body will be fit.
I exercise so that I can tone up….lose weight….have a cardiovascular heart.
I exercise so that my soul can be happy and free of shit so I won’t bash my shushband’s head in. IJS.
Carry on.