Once I was in my gear and all psyched up, however, there was no stopping me. I did a bit of cardio and then decided that I needed to do some resistance and that somehow it would help lift my awful mood.
If I can give you one piece of advice ever, it would be this:
do not do resistance when you're crazy tense
with anger - or your body will punish you.
On Monday evening I felt so much better for having pumped out all of my anger. On Tuesday I was kinda achey, but OK. This morning I couldn't get out of bed. I couldn't stand up, let alone walk around. My quads were totally solid, and I have to tell you that Googling "my quads hurt, how can I make it stop?" is not terribly helpful. Especially if you can't get up in order to walk to the kitchen to dig out the rolling pin.
It was with very good intentions that I went to the gym, but never again will I head straight there after a super sucky day at work.
Let's hope that my entire day of rest and telly-watching will do the trick, and tomorrow my legs will have remembered how to work. In the mean time, I can dream of this...