I ordinarily walk to work. It takes me about 35 minutes, at a good clip.
My route takes me over the Bloor Viaduct, so I get the quintessential Toronto experience -- a view of the Don Valley and the CN Tower (which I've yet to go up, despite taking every visitor from out of town I've ever had to its mighty base, to experience the grandeur).
It's such a pleasant way to start the day.
That thirty five minutes of heart-pumping exercise helps me march out the cobwebs and allows me to arrive at work without the all-too-familiar shoulders above the ears feeling that accompanies multiple deadlines.
Last week, because of a variety of early morning meetings, I either TTCed it or drove.
Toward the end of last week, I noticed that while my problems were the same, my reaction to them was different. I had a harder time prioritizing. I had a harder time sleeping. There was no outlet for my excess energy.
Yesterday and today, I had the good fortune to walk. I even walked home last night. What a difference exercise makes to my stress level.
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