There’s a Reason Richard Simmons Has A Ridiculously Happy Demeanor

For many, myself often times includes, the holidays equate to an inordinate amount of stress.  Stress does not bode well for my world saving plan.  It’s hard to save the world if you are cranky, rude, and mean and you are making everyone around you cranky, rude and mean—because we all know that a bad mood is more contagious than pink eye. 

The quickest ways for me to re-adjust my mood include a) find that ever-happy, sparkling shining person and surgically attach myself to them, or b) work-out. 

I’m not creepy (well, not THAT creepy) so option b is my usual choice. 

 

I’m kind of a cardio hound---working out tends to be the “hit a punching bag” kind of stress relief.  There some weird thing (is this just me?) where when I run (or insert any other cardio activity), one of two things happens:  1) my mind goes blank and I think of nothing but running and relieve stress by simply not thinking about the stressors or b) my mind works on overdrive, at a pace equivalent to my work-out speed, and I relieve stress by reviewing my day, organizing my thoughts, formulating plans, setting goals, and so.  This typically results in me rushing home and overwhelming my husband with the 80 things “we” are going to do/change/find/be in the next 24 hours.  But I feel better.  And when I feel better, I AM better.  I’m happier, nicer, and all around more pleasant to the world.  Besides, I’m extending my life which gives me more time to save the world. 

On that note, Spin Class is calling my name….Get to the gym people.