I haven’t done much running this week, maybe once?
I’m not sure. The days seemed to run into one another. I did spend what seemed an inordinate amount of time doing work for one of my supervisors, and not enough doing real work. I also spent far too much time watching 24. Too much in fact, that I’ve now finished watching all 8 seasons in less than 3 weeks. (avoidance much?)
Anyways, I went for a run today and I didn’t really want to do much thinking. Since, that’s what I do when I run, perhaps that’s why I’ve been avoiding it. I don’t believe I got further than OMG today they are recording the last episode of Cabin Pressure *sobs!* (Will Martin find true love and a paying captain’s job? Will Douglas become a captain again? Will Carolyn be able to keep GERTI? Will Arthur still be playing yellow car?***)
That being said I managed a little over a kilometre before I was done. Finished. Deaded. My heart rate was way too high for the speed I was going; I couldn’t breathe. So I stopped right there on the path along the water, turned around, and walked home.
I’m not sure if it was the fact that I had only drunk coffee by that point, or the new med I am trying out, but I didn’t like the feeling at all. Coincidence?
I’m hoping for a better week, where I perhaps get my life in order.
***You’re always playing yellow car, duh.