Work. It’s been exhausting. It’s the busiest time of the year for me and student affairs professionals across the country. Suddenly there are status write ups from my colleagues that say things like, “I promise, I do like you but I probably won’t be able to talk to you for the next month”. This is the norm.
This week has been particularly challenging. I won’t go into details but even my bones are tired. Not that sleep deprivation tired rather that mental fatigue that no amount of sleep can cure.
ANYWAY… First of all, due to the above, I haven’t run in a week. Not my best choice considering the Detroit 26.2 is inching closer by the hour. I could have run, of course. Wait – my brain was on strike. And then a miracle happened.
I got up this morning and RAN!! I know! I’ve been setting my alarm for an early morning run for months now and so far my bed’s siren call is just too strong. At 4:45 am I woke up with a panic attack that kinda sorta stuck with me until I finally got out of bed at 6:20 am. So, I can’t totally thank some inner motivation. However, I didn’t stay in bed.
It was chilly this morning – I LOVED it. I was pretty certain I would need to walk within the first mile and up the wretched hill. I was pleasantly surprised when I made it up the hill, still running. I kept going. Then I kept going some more. I finished out with 3.5 miles and ran the whole way. Even my dizzy spell at the end of my run couldn’t beat down my feeling of accomplishment.The panic attack, dizzy spell and a stomach ache that I’ve had for over two weeks now are symptoms of my anxiety which is in high gear. It’s also my second dizzy spell of the week and yes, I do find this troublesome. Nevertheless, I’m pleased with my run. I felt strong(ish). Originally, I planned on making it a double run day but considering the dizzy spell, I opted for some ice cream and rest instead.
Oh and for dinner? My first ever STIR FRY! Wahooo! I made fried rice and my cup runneth over with pride. Silly? Maybe… I’ve wanted to make fried rice for about a billion years yet found it intimidating. I was convinced I would mess it up. I realize now, this could be difficult but only because of my success this evening. I added more veggies and chicken than called for so not only was it pretty but filling. And delicious!
Even though my brain is mush and my inner organs are being drowned in cortisol, my happy pills are at least keeping me functional. I actually have all of Saturday off so I need to get through a hectic day tomorrow and then can let my body turn into a pool of mushy goo for a whole 24 hours. Sunday there will be more work to be had – good thing I’ve got this little dude to keep me company.