And in the blink of an eye I’ve finished week three!
Tonight’s run was medicine of the best kind.
DH was late home from work (after being rear-ended at a roundabout!), and then had to spend ages on the phone to the insurance company. I was totally exhausted after a trying day with the boys, but took over Daddy-duty of a game of bowling on the xbox with DS1 (it’s their nightly man-ritual, I don’t question it), and then reading bedtime stories, and trying to get DS1 into bed, all the while watching the clock and getting more and more irate that I couldn’t get out for my run and stressing about how late we would end up eating dinner, etc. etc.
And as you can imagine, as soon as DS1 realized that Daddy wasn’t available and Mummy wanted to go for a run, he slowed down to almost a complete stop. After the third time DS1 stuck and unstuck the nolvelty sucky-feet on the bottom of his toothbrush to the sink I grabbed it from him, put toothpaste on it and shoved it back in his hand.
You’re being too rough Mummeeee!!!!
Which, of course, only served to make me feel awful and yet more angry all at the same time.
By the time I’d calmed him down and done a special carry to his bed, even more time had been wasted and I was a boiling pot of rage on the inside (yeah, I get like that – I blame my parents), and it was probably a good thing that DH was still on the phone and not actually able to speak to me, else he would have suffered a rant on the impossibility of getting a 3 year old into bed at a reasonable time and the unfairness of someone driving into him at this time of night.
I dashed out of the door and spent the first five minutes stomping along the pavement thinking Oh for god’s sake, how long is this warm-up going to last, I need to RUN dammit!!!!
And then, at last, podcast-lady tells me to run at a ‘steady pace’.
I sprint off as fast as I can, feet pounding, arms pumping, angry thoughts streaming through my brain about every time I’ve ever been wronged and how much crap I’ve had to tolerate in 38 years of life… (yeah, I get like that too). And it felt GREAT to run. I mean it! GREAT GREAT GREAT!
It was like all the adrenaline was getting used up, firing up muscles, powering me along the road. Just awesome.
I killed every running interval tonight and at the end of it I felt great.
My overall average pace was slower because I did a longer warm-down walk (I figured I needed it, even though by that point I was feeling all calm and serene again), but I loved tonight’s run.
And I came home and was nice to DH, and we had dinner, and everything was OK.
So there we go – two lessons:
- Running washes your anger away like paint in a fast flowing stream.
- There really is no need to get so worked up about everything in the first place 😉