I’ve been in a slump lately. I was fortunate enough to have four whole complete days off in a row over the Canada Day long weekend. Heaven right? Well its supposed to be, but instead I crashed and burned. I got out of bed on Saturday morning audibly groaning at the idea of running, or doing anything for that matter. Plus my right Achilles Tendon insisted on loudly reminding me that its propelled me through an active life for more than 42 years.

So instead of dragging my sorry ass down the road, I headed for the gym with my IPOD, and jumped on one of the Spinning bikes, something I haven’t done in eons.  The first 10 minutes were so pathetic I may as well have been reading a cookbook, but once Aerosmith started belting out Sweet Emotion, I was pumping my quads like mad to ascend the biggest ass hill I could muster.  Before I could fully recover I cranked up U2, I Will Follow and hummed along as fast as my short legs would go.  And Sia’s Breathe Me?  That’s gotta be the best ride through the desert I’ve ever had.  (Well second best, but that’s another story)

It was 70 minutes later, when I finally dialed in Pearl Jam, Just Breathe and simmered down, my clothes drenched, a puddle of sweat on the floor. It was the best, and toughest, workout I’ve had in sometime, and I felt fantastic – wholly and completely alive.  I went home and thoroughly enjoyed cleaning and organizing closets. Really, I did.

Its so easy to fall into a rut, like a hamster in a treadmill, going, going, going….  heading out the door everyday, running down the same road, at the same speed. Sometimes, like a car that’s idling too high, the best remedy might be to just hit the gas pedal, blow out the cobwebs and go for it.  Who knows where you’ll end up?  It sure worked for me.  This time anyway.  And wow my closets look great.

How about you?  Ever tried this route?