I hate Mondays.
And just why do I hate Mondays?
Because Mondays hate me.
-Garfield-
I know, I know…I’m quoting a cartoon cat. But just like Garfield I don’t have any love for Mondays. In fact, my week usually starts with me falling out of bed at five o’clock muttering to myself “I hate Mondays.”
After which I crawl to the kitchen to make myself a large cup of coffee wishing it was Friday. By the time I’ve survived from work, I pretty much feel like giving up and admitting defeat. Monday has won.
Luckily enough, I‘ve found the perfect way to combat Monday blues; I take out my boxing gloves and go the gym to punch my stress away. This combined with countless push-ups, abs, planks and lunges is a guaranteed way to get my mind out of things.
Sure I'm sweating and whining like a piglet and it feels like my legs are going to give up at any moment. And sure, when I'm doing those lunges for what feels like the hundredth time (more like second), I think to myself “What the hell am I doing here, when I could be reading a book, watching TV…doing anything else than this. Oh God, it hurts.”
Yet, there is nothing quite like a good workout - let alone boxing - to get you over the fact that it’s Monday and you've got the whole week looming ahead of you.
Trainers and T-shirt from Stadium.
So now if you excuse me, I’m off to get my Monday adrenaline rush.
~J~