My response —
When things life spiral out of control is generally drink too much, then nurse a hangover thinking, Wow, that just never works, then watch a whole bunch of movies while wondering whether or not I am really up to taking on whatever mayhem just hit, then make whatever horrible phone calls have to be made while cursing elves that have not been round to clean the apartment or restock the Diet Coke quotient, and then —
Clean the apartment and work out.
There is something really therapeutic about housework. I do not like housework, but you fall into this sort of Zen state doing it, or at least I do. And when the whole world or at least my part of it is out of control, cleaning the tub is one small thing I can control.
And so is the condition of my thighs.
*the trash is taken out the dishes are done the stove is cleaned the tub is scrubbed floors are done boxes by the front door are opened and unpacked my thighs are really really sore