Since Hurricane Sandy hit on Monday night, it was been crazy to say the least. Actually, using the word crazy to describe the frenzied pace I have been living this past week and a half is disrespectful to the realm of chaos.
When I returned to work on Wednesday, I have not stopped. The least amount of hours I have worked in day since that time is 9 hours. No exaggeration. And the max is 16.
As anyone can imagine, I am exhausted. All I want to do is sleep. Nothing else. But as any devoted runner, cyclist, triathlete, or any dedicated athlete will tell you, working out is a must. The endorphins become such a need on a regular basis, but in extremely stressful times, you need it to free your. I know that sounds hippish (if that's word) but hear me out. Working, family, and factors that are outside of your control become a burden and can weigh you down. Many find other outlets to get away from it all. Whatever method one uses is to get through the next day. For me, I need it to thrive.
Working out becomes a double edge positive sword: On one end, you want to stay shape and the other, you need it for sanity. The latter is more pertinent. I would come home some days with a splitting headache and then I would put the bike on the trainer or go for a run and feel superb afterwards. It helped me relax so I could start the cycle all over again. It's been so time stressed, I started using Wii Fit to get a half decent workout in.
Today, I got off at four. So I am going to take a nap, go for a run, then put the bike on the trainer. Translation: It's been a long week and I am working this weekend.
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