Friday, June 12, 2009
see more Lol Celebs
I think I have pinpointed the source of my depression: it's the altitude.
The thing is, I wake up each morning enjoying life. (Well, once I've managed to actually get up out of bed.) My dog is loving, my house is beautiful, the yard is looking wonderful. Life is good.
On the way to work, I enjoy the flower show; every yard or office building has a different color rose bush and they're all gorgeous.
This morning, I felt so good I sprinted the last half mile on my bike. (Note for future reference -- 1 half-mile sprint causes a bit of asthma-type wheezing. See if this improves.)
Then I climb the stairs, or take the elevator up to the top floor, step into the office, and at once a pall of despair comes down like a curtain.
see more Lolcats and funny pictures
See? I'm fine until I get to the third floor. Clearly, it's the altitude that's bringing me down.
Exercise du jour: 90 minutes cycling