Today started out productive and then one nasty email after another came flooding into my inbox. It was be-totally-rude-and-mean-to-others day and I didn’t get the memo. I worked from home today and didn’t get up from my desk but 30 minutes to eat lunch. One of those days.
About 4:10pm I got another email. It was from a client. It ended with “Sorry for venting but …” To which I wanted to scream, “Pick up the phone, don’t email this! Why are you complaining. We’re not saving lives! I’m a human being not a customer complaining inbox!” You’ve been there.
Since I don’t want to get fired, I didn’t do that. Instead, I closed my computer and decided to run away from it all. I grabbed my running shoes and booked it to the gym. I grabbed my iPod, plugged in and tuned out. I ran. And ran. And ran. And let me say this, I am not a runner. Not in the least! I’m not good at it at all. Ask me how fast I run a mile? Go on. Like, 15 minutes.
But today … today, running felt good. I just ran away from all of my stress. Then, came home, picked up the kids, scrambled to make dinner, got yelled at by a 3-year-old and screamed at by a 1-year-old. But, it didn’t matter. I had run it all off. For whatever reason, my kids’ screaming didn’t bother me, as much. I just sipped on my wine and smiled.
In fact, as I write this, my husband is upstairs giving my son a bath and he (my son) is screaming at the top of his lungs. I can tell that scream. It’s the scream he does when you pull him out of the bath and try to dry him off and put on his diaper. You would think we torture the child. But, nope – we’re only trying to keep him clean so daycare doesn’t label him The Dirty One.
I better go help my husband out, but thought I would share with you my thoughts. Next time you’re stressed to the core … run, run, away. It really does help.