*screams internally, externally and everywhere between*
It never rains but it really pours, doesn’t it? Who made that rule? I must find them. I must hurt them.
I just want to live my life and support my family, is that too much to ask? It seems Life is monitoring our progress and every time we start to get on top of one thing, another thing pops up and we end up missing the good old days when we just had the original thing to worry about.
I know this sounds whiny and it totally is but I’m in a bad mood right now, which really helped fuel the run actually, and the run did help, but my anger is still bleeding through the adrenaline wall I put up.
Long story short, some private parking company has been hired to crack down on the parking situation where we live and it turns out we’re not even allowed to park outside our house anymore. It’s all legit and legal and we will be fined £100 if they see my car there. I don’t have £100. I have a baby and a four year old. You can’t have that and £100, that’s not how life works.
This has kicked off a Kafkaesque nightmare of phone calls, phone queues and automated phone systems as I try to locate a human who actually knows what’s going on and what I can do about it, and I need to do it quick before one of their minions rocks up and gives me a ticket. I may have to run him over.
SO, I gave up on that for the day and decided to squeeze in an angry run, which is just what I needed because I’m angry and stressed and want to run things over.
Today was the start of Week 2, which I had to delay because there just wasn’t time yesterday but it all went reasonably well. It was already dark after my phone calls so I had to play it safe on the path again but that was fine.
There was one interruption during the second 90 second run when my phone rang and I would ignore it normally but it was a callback about the parking thing so I kinda had to really. It wasn’t very useful but at least they were friendly. Of course, this wasn’t the actual parking people calling.
I’d been running for around 20 seconds when that happened so I set the clock back to the end of the walk and got back to it.
I’d forgotten just how well structured this whole thing is because 90 seconds was the perfect amount of time for me to run on this occasion. Not being entirely new to this I found it a lot easier than the first time I’d tried it but still challenging enough.
I don’t think I struggled at all with this one. It warmed me right up, made me a little breathless but there was no notable pain to slow me down. Someone did stab me in the right side but it must have been quick because I didn’t see who did it and there was no blood so it must have healed up immediately.
It was a pretty uneventful run though so I had plenty of time alone with my angry angry thoughts. Tomorrow I continue my battle and assuming I’m not £100 poorer and too stressed and depressed to run, I’ll continue this on Thursday and hopefully complete the week on Saturday.
Running away from home?
Am I mad?!
W2R1 and my first outdoors!
Running away from Depression
My running drought is over!
