In a perfect world, I would never be grumpy. Until the world becomes perfect, I have cardio.
I know a lot of people who tell me that they are too tired to walk or run or bike or otherwise move. I understand. I am sometimes one of those people. The thing is, I do it anyway.
I may bitch and moan about how tired I am, but almost always by the time I’ve been walking or riding or swimming for five minutes, I am smiling again. Some of it is chemical, no doubt. I love endorphins. But there is also the psychological benefit of Doing Something instead of hanging around just letting things fester. Bonus points for going outside.