I’ve been in a funk lately. . . . .
- work has been stressful (and I am having a hard time finding the physical and mental energy to teach each day),
- I am dreading the onset of winter,
- the days are getting noticeably shorter,
- I want to move out of state,
- I hardly feel like I any extra time in my day,
- and I just feel blah!
I wish there was something I could do about it, but many of these things are out of my control. . . .
- it is only October and I still have a long ways to go until the end of the school year,
- I cannot change the season or the amount of daylight we have,
- it isn’t like I can move right now,
- I am trying very hard to give myself some “me” time in the evening,
- but I still just feel like I am going through the motions and am numb more or less of the time.
I know I should tell myself to suck it up and make the best of it, but honestly I’ve been doing that for so long, I’m exhausted. I am just ready to give up!
These are the things I have tried to do to lighten the stress load:
- run with a friend a few times a week,
- take high levels of Vitamin D (although I honestly do not feel like it is helping),
- make a point to keep up with my running and healthy eating regime (I know I would be worse off without them.),
- and vent to Craig (but try not to take my frustrations out on him).
I don’t write these things to have you take pity on me but to rather simply be real with y’all. I want to share the highs and lows and not make it seem like life is fine and dandy all the time.
I know we all have our stressors in life, and my stressors may be minor compared to someone else’s, but they still weigh heavy on my shoulders.
So let’s move on to something else before this entire post becomes an entire “debbie downer” post.
This morning, I got up and ran 6 miles at an easy 9 minutes/mile pace.
I’ve said before that this is a slower pace than what I thought I was running.
But this morning I couldn’t help but wonder if my pace would be faster if I could wait a couple of hours before heading out for my run in the morning. Then maybe my legs would have a chance to wake up a bit and the blood would start flowing a little more. I guess I’ll just have to wait until the summer to test that theory I guess.
I’m off to go on a walk with Craig while it is still light out.