The endorphins haven’t kicked in just yet, but I can now say that working out has helped me blow off some steam. It’s not the club I was gunning for (endorphins, come @ me), but I’m glad to have experienced this side-effect. What led me to experience this, you ask?
Here’s my story and I’m sticking to it: I came home after having a mediocre, dare I say above-average day, and got ready to get this workout over with. All of a sudden, out of left-field, hubby said something stupid and unintentionally hurtful. This leads to a 15 minute spat with raised voices and tears. We could have probably kept going for another 20 minutes, but then, because I needed to get out of our apartment and I already had my workout clothes on, I decided to go workout. Hubby guiltily followed in tow, in silence.
We quietly worked out next to each other on the ellipticals. Quiet as a mouse, I was aggressively stepping down on the pedals for the whole 30 minutes, each time either breathing in deeply or letting out a sigh. I had a Netflix show on my phone, but was preoccupied by angry thoughts. Boy, did those 30 minutes go by fast! A couple hours later, after hubby made dinner, all was well.
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