Yesterday was a REALLY bad day.
Imagine your iPhone breaking.
Imagine an unpleasant standoff with a teacher at your children's school.
Imagine a screaming meltdown from your four year old in the middle of a shopping centre.
Imagine the dog vomiting on your kitchen floor.
Imagine a bird taking a crap on your white sheets as they hang on the line.
Imagine your computer getting hacked by some virus, and then not being able to fix it.
Imagine a swarm of bees under the eaves of your house.
Imagine your son crying because his face hurts from the fall he had last week.
Luckily, my lovely husband came home about thirty seconds before I had a nervous breakdown.
And sent me out of the house, to run.
It goes against the grain, for me, to simply leave the chaos of my world. Despite knowing he meant it, and despite knowing I could, I found it really really hard to just walk out of the door and leave him to it.
I dithered on the doorstep, thinking "I can't just up and go for a run. There is so much breaking down around me, I surely must stay & deal with it all? Try and fix stuff?"
I could hear my lovely husband quietly chatting to my my son.
"Mate, lets let Mummy go for a run? Stop your crying mate. Let her go. She loves her run. It's important to her. Smile and wave goodbye? Let her go, happy?"
(See? THAT is why is he LOVELY. How he can be so calm when I am such a stressy Mumma, I shall never know.)
So I swallowed all the stress and all of the immense frustrations from my day. I took a deep breath and walked out the door.
I ran 10km.
I ran bits of it slowly.
I walked other bits.
I also ran parts of my run really fast.
I cried a bit too.
I stopped at one point and just howled.
And then ran again.
And felt my spirits lifting.
I felt the frustrations dissipate.
The stress were still there, but dissolved a little, somehow?
I sweated, a lot, in a warm Adelaide evening.
But I ran, regardless.
Earlier, I had literally felt in pain in my chest from the stress and frustration of a really shit day.
Running attenuated all that.
My iPhone is still broken, and my computer is still showing signs of being hijacked, despite lovely husbands amazing efforts.
But, because I ran, I can cope better now.
The science of a really bad day? Run.