This morning was rough. As I was rushing to get my girls out the door my phone alerted me that I had a meeting with the head of school at 8:45. The day before I had failed to look at my calendar and double booked myself for another meeting in a different town at about the same time. Well, I thought, maybe I can make it work. I ran into school, ditched the girls and asked if we could start the meeting early which turned out to be fine. We raced through our agenda and then I rushed out to try and make it to the next one. Somehow I pulled it off but I was pretty flustered at this point. After my second meeting, I jumped in my car and headed down to pick up one of my daughters from school so I could take her to an appointment on the other side of town. While I was waiting at a light, I noticed another driver trying to turn left into a parking lot that I was blocking. Thinking I was doing a good deed, I backed up to try and give him enough space to get in. Little did I know a small and unnoticeable Honda Accord had snuck in behind me just as I started to back up. I slammed right into his car. I tried to hold it together as I pulled over to exchange info. I asked him, as nicely as possible to speed it up, because I really didn't want to be late for my daughter's appointment. He was a very nice high school kid on his way to work but, unfortunately, my stress was not registering. It took everything I had not to lose it. I then flew back to school, scooped up my daughter and headed to the other side of town. When I finally pulled into my driveway I was fuming. I threw down my bags, put on my sneakers and hit the road. I left all my "gear" behind; my watch, my heart rate monitor, my sunglasses; all of it. I didn't need it. Ok, I did need my iPod, but that's it. I bolted down the street at a pace I couldn't hold for long and that was fine. Today there were no rules for my workout. No hills, no repeats, no warm-up or cool down. It was simply a "mental run" and my only goal was to burn off the frustration and anger that I was carrying. I zoned out and tried to let it go. By the time I got back to my house, I'd managed to leave some of that mental baggage behind. I love to train and to race and I'm always trying to improve as a runner. But, today, I ran for my head and to improve as a person. Sanity? Check. At least for now.
Listen to this:
New House - Reptar