Ow

Have been fairly consistent for the past three weeks or so. Really, for the last few months. But lately I’ve been stepping it up. And I’ve noticed that it’s keeping me a little saner. Things at work have been unpleasant. I’m burned out and disillusioned and bitter about the pettiest things.

But when I can take my anti-lunch, I feel a little better. And even more surprising is that when my morning goes poorly, I know I can always take it out at the gym or in the pool.

I can’t say it has made things better. I can’t say it has turned work around. But it has made it bearable.

I wish I knew how to snap out of the funk, but until I figure it out or find something else, exercise is a giant chasm into which I can discard my frustration.