Was feeling really low this afternoon. No particular reason. Just low.
Then, despite my mood, I made myself work out. And GOD it felt good! It’s the first time in 5 weeks I’ve been able to wear my gloves [I”d left them in Whanganui for the lockdown so didn’t have them in Wellington] and I was able to stand at the corner where two walls meet in my lounge, and actually hit something. I hit it lightly - didn’t want to break either the wall or my hand, LOL, but still, I was able to make contact. Oh god the fabulous feeling. After completing the whole workout [thanks Lesley @ironalley for the programme] I’m feeling knackered and marvelous at the same time.
As I was warming down, I looked over at an artwork I’ve got on my wall, “the rain comes down, the stars come up, the sun rises in the morning” and I thought how true it was. All the BS I’d had in my head before the workout has melted away… the sun really does rise.
Here’s me sweaty and red and feeling great, pointing at the artowork.
