This week has been a bit of a mental struggle for me. I’m nervous that I’m going to forget something important or that Jones will be miserable at camp. I’m stressed about leaving Shoo for the longest I’ve ever been away from him. I’m dreading the return of the heat that is supposed to come today (my back is still peeling from our last escape to the pool.) I’m already tired of having to find things to do for all of us each day and we are only three days into summer.
I’m pretty sure I suffer from S.A.D, except mine is in response to heat, rather than not enough light.
One of the things I’ve really been struggling with is trying to get in a workout. If both boys are at home, my only option is the treadmill. While I’m thankful I have that option, I’m kind of dreading using it. On Tuesday, I managed to get in a three mile run while Shoo was at a friend’s house. I ran .5 mile laps by my house, just in case Jones needed me. It took the edge off, but I was feeling some tenderness in my ankle again. Thankfully a trip to my chiro sent me home with more KTTape (I swear I’m keeping that company in business) and a happier ankle.
But, I could feel myself getting close to the edge of depression. I was feeling a lot of anxiety and it didn’t take a lot for my kids to push my buttons. I knew what I had to do. I texted Beer Geek, letting him know they would be having a boys’ dinner that night. I threw dinner on the table and headed out the door for a run. But not just any run.
I needed to run the stress out of my body. And that means pushing the pace. After a mile warm up, I ran a quarter mile as fast as I could. Then I recovered for a quarter mile. Then I ran a half mile at a pace about 20 seconds slower and recovered for about a quarter mile. Then I ran three quarters of a mile at a pace about 25 seconds slower than the half mile. Then I “cooled down” for a mile. Really not sure you can use that phrase after a run in Virginia in the summertime…
All in all, I did 4 miles in 39 minutes.
More importantly, I reset all the switches in my brain and came back able to handle things again. (Which is a really good thing because Shoo is now freaking out about flying without his mommy. Gah! I’d love any advice you have about that LOL.)