Bad days happen to good people. The kind of bad day where everything that can go wrong does go wrong. The kind of bad day when you feel like a dark rain cloud is following you around. The kind of bad day that encompasses everything from work stress, to friends and family drama, from needy kids, to bad neighbors. This is the kind of bad day that can happen to any of us.
I like to think my bad days are far and few between because I have the strength and ability to roll with life’s sinister punches. I like to think that I can deal with whatever this thrown my way without letting it taint the rest of the day. I like to think a lot of things and sometimes all the thinking, preparation and ability in the universe cannot deflect a bad day. Yesterday was one of these days.
I had a run on the schedule, a 3 miler. The weather was perfect, 50 degrees on a february night in NY, of course I was going to run. After a painful commute only half of my brain wanted to run, the other half wanted to sit on the couch and eat pasta and orero’s. I went back and forth in my head for a few minutes before eventually finding the motivation I needed to head out, I could always turn around and when I get back I can have that pasta and a cookie.
The first mile was rough, terrible, horrible, very bad day rough. My legs were heavy, I thought I was going to vomit and it was suddenly very dark. I modified my route to stay closer to home and pressed on. By mile 2 I was glad I toughed it out. The streets were empty, the silence was soothing and in the moment all of the days drama was wiped out. 2.7 miles later and this bad day was saved. Note to self, do not modify nighttime running routes.
From now on I will deal with terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days by running. What helps you on a bad day?