Part 1: Pedaling, Pokemon, and Predators

Matt and I just returned from a 6.64-mile bike ride around town. I spent a large portion of the 1.5 hours whining at Matt to hurry and catch his #Pokemon thingies and/or walking my bike up the big, stupid hills as I watched in envy as cars zoomed by. I could feel the judgment boring into my helmet as I pushed my bike along and of course, hear it from my smart ass boyfriend tossing jeers behind him as he eased up the hills. 😋 ❤️ But whatevs, I’m not the one burning fossil fuels on a gorgeous summer day and I’m not giving up when it gets hard so I’m calling it a win.

We got a peek at Bothell’s Main Street and the damage from the #BothellFire. So many businesses were just decimated, only their brick frames and foundations remaining. I’m glad no one was physically hurt, but I know those business owners will be recovering for a while. 😕

Anyway, my reason for posting is because I thought it’d be fun to start a “Sweat Out the Sad” series in which I share short snippets of my exercising exploits and how such agonizing aerobics help anxiety and depression. I’m hoping my struggles will inspire and amuse readers while simultaneously motivating myself to keep moving, even though I’d rather be reading, or watching Buffy, or even socializing.

I’ll end each story with a fact about how exercise treats anxiety and/or depression:

“Exercise may improve mental health by helping the brain cope better with stress. In one study, researchers found that those who got regular vigorous exercise were 25 percent less likely to develop depression or an anxiety disorder over the next five years.”


So, even though my brain really doesn’t like the idea of huffing and puffing my way up hills in the summer sun, my brain has no clue what is really beneficial. It’s sabotage, I say! Or maybe my prehistoric brain is freaking out with fight-or-flight symptoms because it knows the body attached hasn’t run it’s butt off escaping mammoths or saber tooth tigers? Maybe my brain will calm down when I trick it into believing I just outfoxed a predator? It’s worth a shot!