I am a hard worker. I work hard in my (paying) jobs, and not only is that communicated to me, I keep getting more work given to me. I work hard at being a good wife and parent, and my family life attests to the fact that I’m doing a pretty decent job. I’m happily married, my kids like me a whole lot, and I hear from others that they are pretty decent human beings. I have a busy life, and sometimes (ALL THE TIME) it can be stressful, but it’s not all bad stress. It’s just life stress, but it’s stress.

The main way I burn off stress is exercise. I’m sure that my running/boot camp/skiing statuses may be annoying to many, especially if that’s not your thing. It is my thing, because I also have a non-existent metabolism by nature, and I like to eat food and fit into my clothes. Food stuff aside, I run and workout to keep my sanity (somewhat) in check. I am a high-energy person and all of that energy needs to be burned off somehow.

I mean, have you ever met me? I speak faster than the speed of light. My brain never shuts off — never ever — and when I try to communicate, all that’s in my head blasts out of my face hole. So many words, at such a high velocity. I am teased about it often, and I should slow it down, but I can’t. So I run and I ski and I jump so that I don’t start thinking/speaking at a chipmunk speed.

This week has been a bit more nuts than usual, what with exploding trucks and balancing early dismissals and shifting piano practice times and filing deadlines and, oh. I woke up this morning planning to run and woke up to it being -20 Celsius. Seriously? SERIOUSLY? I passed on running and I made the stars align so that I could attend the harder boot camp class tonight. I got to the gym a few minutes late due to parent/teacher interviews, changed into my workout gear like Superman in a phone booth, and raced to the gym only to find that the class had been cancelled. My teacher is sick.

I walked out of there feeling frustrated and defeated when it should have been fine. Tonight it was not, and I cried. My shoulders are clenched, I’m feeling very fight-or-flight, and I’m in serious need of an outlet to burn off my negative energy.

I’m running tomorrow, regardless of the temperature, because I can’t not.

*This post is not sponsored by Midol, because it does nothing for me. I’ve been taking prescription painkillers for my cramps once a month for twenty years or so. So, this post is brought to you by TMI.

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  1. Hannah February 27, 2014 3:25 pm edit

    I feel your pain (literally). Have also been taking prescription painkillers every month since I was 12 years old. I usually try a wheat pack heated up too, and it helps. Maybe you can try? Hope you feel better soon! x

  2. angella February 28, 2014 12:51 am edit

    I have a bag of rice that I heat up — same idea. :) I ran today and am feeling ;ike the edge has been taken off. :)

  3. Heather Sanders February 27, 2014 4:12 pm edit

    I’m reading this thinking, “I should exercise.” Here you are, pouring out your day and I’m thinking “You know, I probably could start exercising again if I wanted to.” See? Awful. I’ve never had a need for Midol either. Now, Naproxin? That stuff works.

  4. angella February 28, 2014 12:53 am edit

    I would totally exercise with you if you didn’t live at the other end of the continent.

    Naproxin is my drug as well. It’s nice to be able to be upright on those womanly days.

  5. Diane February 27, 2014 8:21 pm edit

    I don’t think you should ever apologize for how busy you are and the activities you do. This blog is about you and your family – we are all “tuning in” to listen to your life story.
    Your cup is quite full and you normally do a fantastic job keeping things in balance. Just remember to breath and be thankful for the little things.

  6. angella February 28, 2014 12:53 am edit

    Thanks so much, Diane. You made me smile. :)

  7. Dad & Gail March 7, 2014 2:23 pm edit

    you do have a way with words, girl!!

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