This morning I’m pretty sure I discovered a direct correlation between exercise and speeding. Not only that but I also figured out how to relieve stress, increase focus, AND have more energy. Simply: work the fuck out. And yes, it really is that simple.

I had another Ripped Body Boot Camp class this morning and went in stressed out as hell with the major grouchies. You see, I was lovingly awoken at 4:30 this morning by my cat who was pissing all over MY BEDROOM CARPET! So, as you can imagine, not exactly the way one would prefer to wake up if given the choice. Luckily, the boot camp is at an ungodly early hour of the day, so I was going to need to get up shortly anyhow. I figured I’d go to class, get it over and done with and move on with my day. However, I was expecting the grouchies to follow me around like a lost puppy for most of it.

So I dragged my ass to class and worked out haaaaard. Strangely, anger is a pretty good motivator to push yourself through exercise… The hour flew by, I was sweating like a whore in church and I pushed myself so hard that my legs were actually shaking on my way out the door. In the car, drive home, shower, shit and shave. Okay, not exactly in that order but you get the idea.

So I’m driving along on the freeway thinking to myself as one person after another cuts me off, “Man! People are really driving like shit this morning!” A couple more exits fly by and I happen to think that perhaps its ME who’s driving like shit as I’m weaving in and out of lanes trying to pass people. Next thing I know, I look down and I’m going 90 mph! NINETY! And what’s weird is I didn’t think I was going anywhere near that fast because I honestly felt like I was going slow. I drive a Honda Civic and I’m not Asian, so what the hell would I be racing for? So given those facts I decided that due to the extreme workout I had just completed I now had a lead foot, which unknowingly, caused me to speed. And thus, my scientific discovery was made. Check please.

But seriously, aside from somehow evading a speeding ticket, I noticed late this afternoon (as I’m stuffing my face with free nachos at my office) that I feel pretty damn great (might have been the nachos). Okay, maybe great is taking it a little too far. But good, really good. I normally get the afternoon sleepies around 3 o’clock and those were nowhere to be found. The grouchies did not follow me to work as I had originally expected. AND, I was actually able to focus on my work and get shit done today, which has proved to be rather difficult as of late. So then I thought … aside from the whole speeding thing, this boot camp is doing a hell of a number on me. In a good way! And that makes me happy

So even if I do drink beer and eat a loaf of cheese bread this weekend (in my fat pants), which will forever condemn me to only be skinny on the inside, I’m thankful for these classes and all the other stuff they are doing for me! I just need to stay away from the po po!