I used to jog around Golden Gate Park, and even though I was bored for the first couple of miles, I liked watching, as if from a distance, fretful thoughts come spilling out of my brain onto the path around Stow Lake. It was great to push my physical limits, and afterwards feel all sweaty and calm. When my knee started hurting, I tried ballet class, instead, which years later, is still never boring to me, despite how much of it is routine. There’s always a chance, with a slight hip adjustment or tightening of my abs, that I’ll land a perfect double pirouette. In either workout scenario, I’d often start off filled with anxiety from the day, and end up limp and relaxed, as if I’d just sipped a martini, or made a visit to the therapist. Here’s more about exercise and the brain.
Thank. You. This was a great post! As a nursing student I found that article very interesting. As a single gal in a gloomy place (aka as the wedding season) I found it motivating.