I went to the gym today for the first time in two weeks.
I’ve been really lazy and worn out, so I’ve been skipping the usually-tedious routine. Also, a friend died a week ago, and friends, coworkers, and I have had a tough time with it.
So I got off my fattening butt and went for a 30 minute run. And DAMN I feel good. I’m energized, re-showered, and back at my desk pretending to work. And smiling. I should probably stop that before the boss gets suspicious.