I like to think that I have lots of good qualities. Spontaneity, however, is not one of them. It’s funny; when I was younger whenever I was asked to describe myself, one of the first things that I always said was laid-back. But I’m not laid-back. Agreeable and even-tempered, yes, but laid-back, no way. I don’t know if it’s a control thing or what, but whenever my routine gets disrupted, it puts me in an awful mood.
Sundays are usually my day for grocery shopping. But yesterday we had several incidents that prevented me from going. One being that the air conditioner stopped working and the second being that we tried to remove a ceramic soap dish from the tile of the bathroom, pretty much destroying four pieces of tile by doing so.
I still had some food left from last week’s Trader Joe’s trip, so it wasn’t a big deal, but it sort of threw my week off. Then I remembered that I had to go to two Social Media events this week. One is fun; it’s sponsored by Mashable and I have lots of friends going. The other is for work, I have to go alone and it’s after work. I’m sure the material will be interesting, but the idea of going by myself, when there could be networking, is well, not the most appealing thing. But it was the change in routine really that had me all in a funk.
When would I workout? What would I eat? Would there be food and drinks at these events? Would I eat them and consequently, get upset at myself for eating them? I realize this isn’t the most rational way of thinking and that I’m worrying about really dumb stuff. I realize it, but I still do it.
I haven’t really been running much. I’ve been working out five days a week, but the running part of it has been sporadic at best. Tonight, however, I did a 3 mile run. And I felt so much better. It sounds cheesy to say, but I felt like I was literally releasing stress out of my pores.
(This picture is a lie. It’s hot as hell in Georgia. I ran on the treadmill.)
It’s weird how that happens. Sometimes I hate running. It physically doesn’t feel good to do. But then there are times when I remember why I love it. I’m not sure how it works, the physiology of it, but somehow when I’m in a funk, a good run is the only thing that can fix it.
Plus, the air conditioner has been fixed and did not need to be replaced (thank god!). Now the hole in the tile, we won’t talk about that.