Yesterday was one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. And it was like that from the start.
I arrived at work about an hour before school started, with the intention of getting some work done in my classroom before my students started arriving for my first class. That plan went down the drain the moment I turned my computer on and tried to log onto the network. Long story short, by the end of the day I learned that the hard drive on my month old computer was already fried. And according to my school’s technology specialist the problem had nothing to do with user error, I simply wound up with a bad computer.
By the time my Assistant Principal and I finished attempting to troubleshoot my computer, 45 of my 60 minutes before school started were gone, and our attention turned to finding a loaner computer to use, since among other things, our class attendance has to be taken online every period, but also, what 21st century teacher doesn’t need a computer in order to teach their lessons?
This wasn’t exactly how I planned to start a Monday morning, and it set the stage for a series of other difficulties I faced at work yesterday. And my pregnancy hormones didn’t help any. Thankfully, a coworker was there with a hug right when I needed one yesterday morning. Yesterday afternoon, another coworker joked that I needed a strong drink once I got home, to which I responded by simply holding up my water bottle and saying that I’d chug it.
By the end of the day, I had accomplished very little of my to do list for the day, and with an after school chiropractor appointment, staying late wasn’t an option. After my chiropractor appointment, the Monday frustrations continued when I encountered slower than usual traffic during my drive home.
By the time I got home, I was mentally and emotionally drained. I wanted nothing more than to vege on the couch and watch mindless TV. But I knew that I’d regret that choice. And with the support of my husband, I dragged myself off the couch and we headed out for a run.
As it turns out, going for a run yesterday evening with Preston was just what I needed after my terrible day. There’s just something about the adrenaline rush of running, especially when you’re doing it with somebody that you care about, that seems to lift all of your problems away. Sure, it wasn’t the fastest or furthest run. But it was so enjoyable to get outside, away from my my stresses, and be able to forget about it all and just enjoy the time with my husband.
We wound up running further than I usually do for a weekday run. The further we ran, the more relaxed I felt, and the more I felt my stress from the day melt away. The further we ran, the more I reminded myself that tomorrow is another day, and that today’s to do list that didn’t get accomplished will still be sitting there for me tomorrow.
As it turns out, going for a run with my husband was the best possible medicine for yesterday’s absolutely horrendous day.
QOTD: What stress relievers do you turn to after a horribly stressful day?