Exercise as a stress release...that's my new fascination, my new drug, my new obsession. Don't know how long that will last but it's the drug of the hour.
I found myself extra tense as the year started and since alcohol has always been my stress release I latched onto it, but after awhile I needed something more substantive. I remember an ex co-worker of mine always used to have these runs. He would run incessantly. All day, at night while the rest of the world was taking in the day, the sun, he was running. Finally asked him what it was about and he said, "It's a good stress release." And since we were on the same high stress job, I knew exactly what he meant. With a little yoga here and there, I quickly realized that he was right!
That has been my release for the past couple of weeks. I joined this new gym that's just fantabulous. Super expensive (so out of my range price-wise) but good to my well-being. It's money well spent on my well-being. It's money directed to the course of my psyche. It makes me feel refreshed at the end of the day. Just walking into that place with its holistic balms, hammam detox rooms and the clean shower with the robes, and everything organic and natural. There's shower caps, slippers, plush comfy robes and then the rainfall shower heads. Oh my! I could come in, work out, work up a sweat, then grab a quick shower and head on out to the evening and continue my night's activities without stepping foot at home (where it ruins my evening) and then take in the evening without a stitch of guilt knowing I've paid my dues in calories. It's just exhilarating.
So with all that's going on my life, in my head, with my botched plans, with my broken dreams I finally found a way to find me, to get out my head, to get a sense of self,...and it doesn't involve sex or booze.
I did good, right?
