Addiction!

I’m not sure, but I think I’m addicted.  I’m not addicted to alcohol, or tobacco, or drugs, or even sex.  I think I’m addicted to exercise.  This was the fourth Saturday morning in a row that I have gone to exercise with “the gang” (which started with three and was up to seven today, even Cat came with us).  We were at the PEIF for about two hours today, and got a pretty good work out.  Now, this doesn’t make me an addict.  But I think this might…

This afternoon Cat realized that she had left the power supply to her laptop at work and her battery was dead.  She isn’t feeling to well (I think Dan gave her his cold), so I told her I’d go get it.  Normally I would drive the 0.6 miles to her office to get it.  But today I decided to ride my bike.  Not only did I ride there, but I actually took a bike ride first.  I went down to McCarty’s Cove and then to her office and then home.  The total mileage of this trip – 4.2 miles.  Now, this may not seem like much to some of you, but I’m not a bike rider.  I’m an around the block kind of guy.  So this was big.  Making it bigger was the fact that it was raining.  I voluntarily subjected myself to physical exercise in the rain.  So that either makes me crazy or addicted.  Although I am occasionally crazy, I don’t think that’s it because even crazy me doesn’t like to go out in the rain (the sugary part of me melts you know!), so it must be an addiction.  Plus, I enjoyed it.  I’ve never actually been “high” so I can’t compare, but I think I was on an exercise high.  After I was done, I had a ton of energy, which I shouldn’t have had, and I felt great.  So there must be something to it.

I don’t think I’m an exercise junkie, because I have no desire to subject myself to it all the time, but I do like how I feel when I exercise.  Cat and I have even talked about trying to get to the gym at least one other time during the week, if not more.  Maybe my brain just realized that it was time to get my fat ass off the couch.  Maybe turning 30 while feeling like I’m pushing 40 has something to do with it.  Maybe I just want to be in shape so that when we have kids, they won’t run me into the ground.  It doesn’t really matter what the reason is, I’m doing something and enjoying myself.  I guess some addictions can be good!