In the last four days, two things happened.
- I went to my second spin class after more than a month off, despite nearly talking myself out of it. I was grumpy and feeling agitated because I had sat through six hours of meetings at work. I wasn’t sure if spin was going to make me feel any better, and it was cold and windy outside and I just didn’t feel like it. But I ended up CRUSHING my class, and got some of my highest stats on the power meter yet. Plus, I felt amazing afterwards in the way only a sweaty workout can make one feel.
- I cooked an elaborate three course meal and managed to time all of my cooking just so, resulting in all of the dishes being ready for eating at the same time. (I’ve never managed to accomplish that before.) Everything was VERY delicious, and nearly all of it was eaten. Fittingly, this was the night when I nearly didn’t even go to the grocery store because I was feeling lazy and thought a dinner of toasted garlic and plain noodles (AKA all I had left in my kitchen) would have sufficed.
There’s a lesson for me to learn here: putting in the effort is worth it.