It calms me down, a reset of sorts, at the same time giving me a reserve of energy that was spent by the time I leave work.
Yeah, what sarameg said. I listen to funny podcasts while I exercise and I don't think about anything else for that block of time. Maybe I'll consider what to make for dinner, but mostly I focus completely on what I'm doing in the moment. I feel better and I'm more relaxed after. So now I make the time.
Counting laps pretty much renders me incapable of holding complicated thought for a sustained period. It's a nice respite from my brain. eta: I do a lot of simple math, factoring and fractions. And trivial imaginings that don't involve introspection or angst.
I did totally get out of the habit of lifting weights and yoga when I dislocated my hand last year and it took so long to heal. Now I'm struggling to work that back into my routine.
Working out really does help the stress, even if you are me, and have no endorphin rush from it.
If you do get endorphin rushes from it, I hate you and want to be you.
If you do get endorphin rushes from it, I hate you and want to be you.
I don't get endorphin rushes from running, except maybe once every few months when I'm particularly fit. I wouldn't say it's enough to keep me going, not even a little.
But I do feel better, generally, when I exercise regularly. I am a happier person in my life if I get some exercise, and between that and my sister waiting for me three times a week, that's enough to get me out the door.
I am amazed that, even unemployed, I got up at 5:40 AM today to go running. But if I don't, my sister probably won't run either, and I shouldn't punish her for my bad job luck.
The only endorphin rush I've ever felt was having a baby. That was like drugs.
I like exercise in that I feel good afterwards but there's no rush feeling.
I think I've had an endorphin rush from exercise like, once. At Krav Maga. But since I've also had an ASTHMA attack like, once, also at Krav Maga...well.
I don't get endorphin rushes from swimming. Just a mellow reserve. Thank goodness, because there is a thin line for me between a fun high and a not fun high energy. I'm running red in the not-fun high of late. Crazy getting-done, but oh god. Everything in my body revolts.
Right now I'm getting my exercise by moving things around as I pull out things for the Goth - Steampunk rummage sale I'm vending at this weekend.
Also, someone please remind me in a month or so that I REALLY don't need to buy any more lace, fishnet, or open-weave hosiery unless I find an amazing pattern in burgundy or gray. I am All Stocked Up on black (and glittery black) versions of such things.