Working out when you really don't want to.
Friday, August 31, 2012
I got up this morning, and I had the urge to snarl. Growl. Bite someone.
Ok, not literally, but I defined "wrong side of the bed" this morning. And the odd part, nothing was wrong. I wasn't hurting, I didn't have stress, no fighting with family or spouse, all was fine in Knitcat's world.
Except that I could have gladly stomped something flat.
I managed not to snarl at Husband, (he most certainly didn't deserve it), got my 'go clothes' on, and started my walk. Had to put on some power walking music, the stuff with a strong, fast beat. This wasn't a day for me to walk at a sedate pace. I needed to sweat. And I did. I took out my snarly, nasty attitude on the road (and perhaps, a little on my feet, sadly... meh), but I did feel better.
Now I think I will only growl a little...