Today, I feel depressed. I’ve been struggling with depression for the last while but thought it was lifting. The past week was reasonably good but I awoke this morning feeling miserable. I haven’t been released just yet.
My wife wanted me to accompany her on a walk with the dogs but I didn’t feel in the mood. She insisted, gently, and not so much agreeing to it as being cajoled, I finally joined her.
The benefits of exercise in improving and controlling the symptoms of mental illness, particularly depression, are well described. It has been argued that regular exercise can compete with antidepressants in relieving depressive episodes. I can only describe what it does for me.
I discovered exercise comparatively late in life. I started smoking at fifteen and continued for twenty five years. Undoubtedly, I have significantly damaged my lungs and when smoking I was unable to run for a bus. In fact, I wouldn’t have had the breath to run, much less, the inclination. Now, I use an electronic cigarette. It is not ideal but is definitely the lesser of two evils.
A few years ago, my wife suggested I try cycling. She had started herself and thought, maybe, we could take a spin together. It wasn’t an immediate success, but I quickly came to appreciate a regular jaunt on my bike. I prefer it when I have company but have learned also, to enjoy cycling alone. I don’t overdo it. Typically, I cycle along the coast, stop for a coffee and return home. A distance of twenty five to thirty kilometres takes approximately an hour and a half. It is time well spent.
The improvement in mood is most noticeable during times of depression. I find it very difficult to motivate myself when feeling down but I always feel relief once I get on the road. The fresh air, the sun and the sight of other people living their lives picks me up. The release of endorphins, nature’s feel-good chemicals, with moderate exercise, is proven to rejuvenate. The main obstacle to these rewards is the difficulty in getting started when you really don’t want to move. But if you can make a start, not only will you begin to feel better, you will also have a sense of achievement. The feeling that you didn’t succumb. At least today, you beat the beast.
Cycling helps me through hypomania too. It burns up excess energy and gives me focus. It appeals to the obsessive trait that emerges when I’m elated. I don’t go any further on my bike, I simply go more frequently.
There is another advantage to regular exercise. It helps control your weight. Weight gain is an unfortunate side-effect of so many psychoactive medications and the result can be so demoralising. I’m not saying I’ll ever be as thin again as I was at twenty, but exercise keeps the flab from taking over.
I need to exercise a few times a week. During the winter, when weather conditions are unsuitable for cycling, I go to the gym. I like Spin Classes and can spend a little time on the treadmill. I look forward to a softer climate and the chance to use my bike once more.
At other times, like today, when energy is low, a simple walk with the dogs will suffice. My wife dragged me out today and I’m glad she did. A little exercise later and I feel more human.