People speak of a time when working out becomes something you turn to for solace, the one thing that shuts away the voices, and drowns out the troubles.
Today was a good day, I was able to do the things I'd planned to do. I spent the most part of the day looking at a book whilst trying to bring my mind back from all the different places it kept going to. It was all over the place and all I wanted was for it to focus on the book in front of me. Through all this struggle, the only reassuring thought was that 4pm would come and I would head to the gym. As expected, working out did an expected job.