Today was what you call "one of those days."
You know the kind. Lot of things --- none of them good -- hitting you at one time. Tomorrow will be better, I know. But what to do with the "ick" of this day?
I had a choice. My scheduled W2D2 workout was the plan in my head when I woke up this morning. It was not the plan in my head when I walked in the door, home from work after this icky day.
I fixed myself a cocktail. Yep. I am grateful we do not keep bags of chips in this house. They'd have been gone.
I filled hubby in on all the ins and outs of this icky day. And then I said out loud. "Bed or treadmill?" It was only 7 p.m. -- too early for bed but you know and I know that when you are having a bad day sometimes you think about bedtime regardless of what the clock says. You want sleep to be the answer.
I answered myself. Outloud. "Treadmill." Went upstairs, changed into workout clothes, went down to the treadmill in the basement and did my W2D2 workout and actually felt like it was my strongest one yet.
Came back upstairs. My cocktail still sat on the living room table. All watered down. It got poured down the drain. (I know, it's not like me to waste alcohol! lol) I had no desire for it.
Exercise really can RESCUE the day, oh yes it can.