Love Sick

So I've fallen in love. Or So I think I have.
You know the feeling, your heart starts to jump, you plan your day around your date, when plans are cancelled you sit by the phone and when your date is up, you stay awake at night thinking about it and want so badly to do it again tomorrow.
Now I didn't think this was possible. Or maybe I've just had a week that sent me over the deep end, and all I think that could save me was sweating a bit. I never thought I would become this person. The person who craves, desires and fantasizes about the next time I can get a fix….
I am in love with working out.
Ok, a lot of women may want to hurt me for what I am going to say. I used to think PMS was something women made up. I thought it was a poor excuse for women to act out in any way they felt needed. It's because I never experienced the mental torture, snappy attitude or flat out rudeness before. Nor did I think that I could belong in a white room with padded walls only to be 'relieved' once I figure out what the heck was going on.
Well this week I was a wild beast, short tempered and feisty… not only would you have not enjoyed being in my presence you may have wanted to avoid receiving texts from me. I was screaming to get out of my house, my life and my body and all I wanted to do was burn some calories. Except, by some terrible twist of fate I just couldn't make it to a class. Monday I woke up to attend the boot camp at my local community centre, waiting eagerly to pay for my drop in, the lady at the counter informed me that the session was cancelled. Now instead of going with my gut and wanting to poke her eyes out (remember this is the PMS talking) I asked her kindly if there was something else happening at 6am. She directed me to my first spin class. After one hour of pumping up and down hills, racing, standing and sweating I was happy that my early rise got my heart fluttering. Although I left feeling refreshed and energized, I knew my days of insanity were not over and my mind and body were already begging for more. I changed it up a bit and decided a run was needed.
Inspiration came to me while running… I need therapy. But the funny thing is, I am my own therapist, exercising and writing is the way I liberate. My mind was releasing the tension and my body gave way. The run finished off a truly frustrating week for me. The weekend gave way to laughs, admirations in my family and time spent enjoying my surroundings instead of wanting to escape them.
I am in love with exercising and the highs I get when feeling my worst. I love that it enables me to see a different perspective and along with many things in my life, it gives me one more thing to look forward to everyday.