Last night I was deep in the trenches of a project for work, and before I could even consider saying “Rumpelstiltskin is my name!” it was cracking 20:00 (8:00pm for the non 24-hour obsessed time people out there). I realized I had a choice to make: head over to the YMCA for a quick second work-out, or skip it like a stone on a pond and stay hunched over my keyboard.
Decision making isn’t my forte (flashbacks of trying to pick a university are far too vivid for every member of my family), so I sent a text to a friend and asked what I should do. His response lacked any sense of hesitation and merited repeating:
Workout. Work will be there tomorrow.
Did I consider arguing the point? Of course. But the fact remains that he was right. Working out meant I like myself more and gave me time to chew over the project I was playing around with. It meant I felt like I was taking care of myself mentally and physically, and it was one of the only breaks I took during the day.
Work wasn’t just there tomorrow; it was there the second I came home. But after 38 minutes on the elliptical and an article in Runner’s World by Peter Sagal, I was even better equipped to tackle it.
The moral of this week? It’s never a bad idea to take a break, and squeeze a workout in.