It's a good feeling.

There's something wonderful about a heavy workout after a disappointing day. I've talked about it, and I know it's always true, and it still surprises me how effective it is.

I had a slow, dull day at work - coming across a sizable cache of records that might or might not have been duplicates of existing documents meant checking them against the extant folders, some of which I've gone through three times now, which just led to general frustration about the whole project. The slow dullness extended into lunch as well, even with a few tangents onto the Folsom Street Fair and personal venues for self-expression. I'm about willing to kick a puppy for some good conversation there, seriously.

I was worn out enough I didn't think I'd go to the gym, but I managed to push myself into it just the same. When I got there, I didn't think I'd do much. But the squat cage was open, and I found myself walking towards it without even thinking, and set down my bag and shrugged and started on my Thursday squat workout. And it saved the day for me. The feeling of having accomplished something, the application of physical capability, the endorphine rush of hard work and honest sweat plus a bit of preening over random compliments for lifting heavy. I pushed myself on my last set of overhead squats, since I didn't need to save anything, and ended up doing enough to add an extra set to the total.

And I ended up realizing I was stronger than I thought I was.