Endorphins!

[suspectclass]

I have been supercranky all day. After a nap and a sandwich, I put together my cateye bike light and biked to the gym. Less than an hour later, sweaty and feeling a little less broken than the last time I went, I got back on the bike and rode home, in the best. mood. ever. I got home and was talking in exclamation points.

I love the gym! I'm all energized! With my blinky light! And my pants rolled up to my knees! [no lie] How did I forget about endorphins? They're nature's cocaine!

Except, of course, not as inherently likely to cause heart attack, arrest, or cartels.

This ties in nicely with my decision to join a basketball team, starting conveniently the week after my LSAT. As well as my plans to go snowboarding in California with my dad and sisters.

I'm eating a smoothie and remembering why exercise is the perfect cure for pining. Because endorphins are better than love.

Comments

[argilefetish.livejournal.com]

And/or exercise is the new sex. At least that was my motto this summer.

[dbyinjibumo.livejournal.com]

endorphins are the shit.
screw relationships and pining.
and hooray for your bicycle! blinky lights rule. one time i went to a show with some bike kids and during the encore we all whipped out our blinky lights and started dancing. it would have been really awesome... if we had been at a rave instead of seeing the decemberists.