I awoke this morning in a horrible mood. Everything hurt including my head, and the thought of getting my butt in gear to go to the gym was enough to make me want to scream.
Then, I stepped on the scale and found no change whatsoever since I last checked and thought to myself - WHY am I doing this? This sucks!
After a coffee and a scrambled egg I felt sufficiently awake to head to the gym anyway for my workout. The place was deserted and I enjoyed the solitude. And then I found that I even enjoyed the way my muscles felt after reps on the machine. So much, in fact, that it completely changed my outlook.
So, evidently, the endorphins don't suck.
And now I feel I have the energy to start my afternoon. Not bad.
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