Free!

My goodness, this past week has been hard, especially the last three days, both morning and evening jobs. I still have this cold, too.

Friday, I ran to my morning job, so about .5 of a mile, and then after it, I grabbed the dog and we rolled. Unfortunately, he was not giving 110% or even two digits, lol, so I left him at home after about 5 miles and an hour of running/walking/pretending to poop but really sniffing things. Yeah, he's recently gotten into this bad habit, faking poopy, but finally I gave up on seeing any kids dropped off at the park, and refused to let him stop until it was convenient for me. He shaped up after a couple of sharp 'no's. His feelings are sometimes easily bruised.

Anyway, I considered staying in the house with him and getting a longer nap, but I was so worked up, I needed to run. Did another 6.5ish miles in about an hour, and that made me feel better. Tired me out for the evening shift, though.

And then I had to tutor this morning...I woke up feeling pretty cruddy. At first, it felt like the cold had started to move to my chest. After tutoring, though, I felt much better. I took the dog for a short 2.5ish mile jog, and then I ate and napped and returned to my evening job. And it went well.

I am so glad I'm through these past few days...they had been weighing on my mind.
The weird thing is, I don't mind the work I do. I actually like most of it--I wish I got paid more, of course, but I enjoy the company of most of the people I'm with, and I've gotten into a rhythm and am mainly left to follow my own lead. However, I don't like being an emotional punching bag sometimes...well, not at all, but usually I consider the source (senility, usually, with a healthy dash of paranoia sometimes, or repressed anger) and just shrug it off. But the combo of being sick, low on sleep, recovering from a race, and working overtime made me more emotionally fragile. Not to the point where I believed that I was whatever a few patients called me, but definitely near the boiling point. Yesterday was especially hard for some reason. I couldn't bear to think that I had to return so soon.

Today went a lot more smoothly, and knowing that I had just a few hours left at the end was nearly pure bliss. Now I'm happily procrastinating studying, and I am delirious with the thought of SLEEPING IN TOMORROW. I suspect my Sunday Long Run will happen on Monday.