I like this guy's article and encourage you to read it, for he's a real guy and not some plastic looking, mirror hogging, male bimbo who workouts only to look healthy. Bruce Byfield makes a conscious choice to challenge boredom and fatigue at work, rather than letting it take over his state of mind.

I’m lucky in my choice of exorcisms. When things get too much, other people get too drunk or turn on the people around them. But through no virtue of my own, when I get restless from too long at the computer, or overwhelmed by all that I can control or haven’t done or should have done, I get rid of the tension by violent exercise. Something about the lightheaded edge of fatigue calms the frustrations that would otherwise build up like a slow poison.

This is a good point on intensity, as I do love it so.

When I reach the point when my lungs are burning from my effort and my legs and arms are nearly trembling, not much room is left for depression or self-pity.

The wonders of exercise reach far beyond body image, lipid profiles, and blood pressure readings.  What's good for your heart is also good for your brain.

It’s rare that I don’t come back from a run with the problem I was working on solved, or with a stoic optimism replacing my doubts and uncertainty.

A prime example of a real-world kind of man, exemplifying the great benefits of exercise rather than focusing on his outward appearance:

I suppose that the long-term fitness that my exercise regime bestows helps me deal with tension, too (I have to get something out of it; I have a heavy build that, with my clothes on, doesn't’t look fit). But it’s the day to day relief that I value the most, especially at the end of work. So long as I can exercise, I rarely have trouble sleeping or keeping motivated. I count myself lucky that my escape from myself takes such an effective and easy to obtain form.

Exercise is free! Yes, we are so lucky.