It is weird how much exercise alters my mood. Mmm, endorphins. I think that I am addicted to them. If I do not do something active: biking, dancing, or whatever, then I slump into a funk. If I take a night off like last night because I needed to buy a rack for my cookware, a new SD card reader for my laptop, and a rack for my CDs and DVDs, then the next morning (i.e. today) I feel sluggish and slightly depressed. Oh sure, I got to bed at a decent time for a change so I am physically rested, but now I am emotionally tired. WTF?
And worst of all, I seem to need to do more exercise in order to keep up the high. It used to be that a single night of dancing keep me soaring for a day or two. Now, I dance (ideally) Tuesdays through Saturdays. I ride my bike most afternoons or sometimes practice on the unicycle.
And now for something completely different … a few moments with Bobby McFerrin.