I woke up today and realized it was much too dark out to actually force my body to twist and turn and strain in unnatural positions, all in the name of toning up. So, I slept in.
I think that was my first mistake.
You see, when I got into work - I was in a decent mood. But it only took a small (yet good ol') bitch session with my partner and the next thing I knew - I was all fired up. And tense. And angry.
And I'm thinking that if I had just managed to get those endorphins going and my heart-rate jumping, I would probably feel all "Zen" right now.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Wax on. Wax off.
Ahhh... now bring on the weekend.