Exercise reduces stress...or so they say. Maybe it does, but the 10 minute drive there doubles it!
For example, here’s my 10 minute drive to the gym on a normal day:
I negotiate a few narrow streets, reversing backwards and driving forwards to let other vehicles pass, smiling at the drivers as they honk and gesticulate at me rudely.
I arrive at the traffic lights and roll the windows up as there is a bees nest close by. At least 100 bees try to enter my car before the lights change to green.
I then carry on driving and smiling, avoiding ridiculously obnoxious drivers/motorbike
riders/jumping out in the road pedestrians/stray dogs and cats/potholes and the list goes on and on.
The next section requires unaccountable patience as I enter the 'learner driver route,’ crawling behind learners and remaining on the look out for sudden emergency stops for no reason, indicators going on and off, swerves and goodness knows what. I remind myself that my sons learned on this route (and #4 will soon start learning) and these poor people are somebody's children.
Once I overtake the learners doing 1,000 point turns and reverse parking, I get chased bumper to bumper by the shabab (young male youth of Arab descent) on the section going to their village.
They either do daredevil driving, forcing me off the road, or honk and make very rude signs not allowed in my house.
Finally, I arrive at the gym site and always seem to follow a pensioner driver who dithers about trying to park.
No need for a sauna. I AM a sauna. I storm the gym and exercise like bilio.
Great! No problem! Except I have to drive home........
Moral: Keep counting to 10 and remain calm in the stresses of life.