I enjoy talking about those outstanding benefits of exercise, which can never be measured by equipment inside a laboratory and the results can never be formulated.


One of my favorites is the physical “therapy” exercise and movement offers. Exercise gives us a chance to express the emotions and feelings we may be harnessing at anytime during our day or throughout of lives.


“It wasn’t until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can’t be as bad as that workout.” -Henry Rollins


Those emotions can be advantageous such as happiness adding a spring to your step as you jog or aggression empowering you to squat the barbell one more time.


Workouts are often a mental challenge by themselves. Intense training may test our willpower as we fight the pain of burning muscle or fatigue. Emotions and feelings can be an opportunity to block the pain and focus our attention elsewhere.


The group you workout with may cheer you up or share your joy or you may decide to train alone with just your ipod, music carefully selected to match your mood. An hour of your emotions, your body, and the physical challenge ahead may be just what you need.


Intensity may rise with your current state of hatred. Heavy weight offers a safe and constructive way for you to work it out. It is a chance to expel your distaste all the while building you physically.


“Men weren’t really the enemy- they were fellow victims suffering from an outmoded masculine mystique that made them feel unnecessarily inadequate when there were no more bears to kill” – Betty Friedan


The workout ends. The body has fatigued and the thoughts racing around your mind have also. You no longer have the energy to fight what you were once upset with. You’ve just converted mental stress in to physical production. It is as if the often-poisoning emotion was squeezed out, rep-by-rep, with your sweat.

– Josh Gould


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