30-minute run, around 6 PM.
I’ve been decent about working out each weekday. But I don’t think they do as much good at the end of the day. They still help with sleep, but I need consistent mood regulation during the day.
This is really important these days. It was a miserable day. The guy asked me to play with him in the afternoon, and I just ended up lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was not satisfied with this definition of play. I was angry and tired. Angry because—despite moderating news intake—of all the racist shit going on. Tired probably because I woke up in the middle of the night.
This state will recur, though. I gotta make sure the workouts happen before noon for real and that I go to bed on time every day.