I’m beginning to realize that I’m a person who could benefit mentally, not just physically, from getting to the gym on a consistent basis. I’m sure that any fitness specialist, doctor, gym rat, etc. would say, “duh” to my revelation, but even so, it still is a revelation for me.
All throughout school, I loathed gym class. I wasn’t good at anything, and failed almost every part of the Presidential fitness test. (I totally rocked the sit and reach, for what it’s worth.) Every year having a reminder that I failed at gym, even if I didn’t get a failing grade on my report card, well, yeah. Then I went to college and a friend of mine and I decided for some reason it would be a good idea to be gym buddies. We’d go to the gym together I don’t remember how often, but I don’t remember it being a thing that made my life significantly different or better. Since leaving college, I’ve had a few stints of getting to the gym on a semi-regular basis, but don’t remember any significant feeling of “wow, when I get to the gym I feel way better than if I miss a week”.
Last week I didn’t get to the gym at all. First there was a lot of snow, then there was a lot of laziness. I felt like poo by the beginning of this week. Yesterday, I probably could have gone on a murderous rampage from feeling so much like poo. Not physical poo, mentally, like I couldn’t stop being angry or frustrated or annoyed or any of those things. Last night, I decided that I had to get back to the gym because it couldn’t hurt, right? This morning, even though I hadn’t been there yet, I felt more calm. Now that I’ve gone, I feel a zillion times better, calmer, less irritated by insignificant things.
I’m thinking back to that quote from Legally Blonde, “Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands. They just don’t.” Exactly, Elle Woods. Exactly.