Yesterday I started my new exercise regime. In light of the fact that when left to my own devices I will invariably run out of stamina, not push myself hard enough, not know what I'm doing, or just generally find "better" things to do with my time, I have enrolled in some private classes. One hour, three times a week. Today, I am a little achy (but not stiff or sore, except for my pre-buggered knee, thanks to the trainer taking pity on me — having pale skin that flushes to bright red at the drop of a pin can [very occassionally] be a good thing, it seems…)
Of course, I rather thought exercise enervated you. Isn't that what I hear? I'm sure I've been told that. Which is why I scheduled my class for the ridiculously early session of 7am (that, and the 8am session was full). Instead of feeling energised, I spent yesterday rather dopey with weariness. Turns out endorphins are sleepymakers.
ETA: Justine very diplomatically pointed out that here I am, proclaiming myself a writer, and using "enervate" when I really mean "energise". A'course, just proves my point, doesn't it? Exercise is a sapping and draining activity. It even steals words!