I have to admit, I`ve been more ICU then Runner lately. My first week back at work is hitting me pretty hard, and the 12 hour shifts have me getting home at 8:30pm, making a quick dinner, and passing right out afterwards. My running schedule has been a bit of a mess this week, and I think my mood has started to show it.
Today was a rough day. I spent 12 hours being abused by an ungrateful and manipulative patient, and by the time I got home, I`d really had enough. Enough of ducking flying fists and medical equipment. Enough of trying to be kind to a very angry and very sick teenager who really needed my patience and kindness. I think I did a good job, but I was burnt out afterwards. It was just really tough.
It was cold comfort coming home to an empty apartment, knowing that Joe was himself knee deep in an evening shift as a doctor at the emergency department. He won`t be home until I`m already asleep, because I have to go back for more tomorrow morning.
Good lord, how will I face tomorrow without losing my mind??
I think this is a brilliant example of why I run, and why I fell in love with running in the first place. For the first time in a long time, I went for a run because I needed to. It had nothing to do with my pace or my distance or my training schedule. The second I walked in the door, I was changing out of my scrubs and into my running gear and heading right back out. There are days when I come home feeling like super nurse, or super wife, or even sometimes super athlete. Tonight I didn’t feel like super anything. I needed that run, just to get my mind clear, to get my sanity back. To burn off the frustration of the day and prepare for tomorrow. This is why I run.
Today’s workout log: 6.1 blissful miles in 1:01.