So yesterday was one of those weird Saturdays.
It was a day where I spent most of it waiting to do something.
Looking back, I see it was just a result of the previous 24 hours.
Friday was a relatively stressful day - self imposed and poorly managed stress - but stressful nonetheless.
I have some work deadlines pending & was trying to focus on them. There were also computer issues that our IT department was having trouble rectifying and which required me to keep diverting my attention to. On top of that, I had 3 interns in for most of the day and had to field their “do you have a second” questions throughout the day.
In the grand scheme of things, not earth shattering. But maybe because of my inner Type A-ness and realizing I hadn’t accomplished what I wanted, I was feeling stressed.
I probably should have hit the gym on the way home. But feeling a little “overtrained” (which probably was just the f—-ing stress) i opted to skip the gym and go for a light run with my dog.
I just run around a park with some soccer fields and a fitness course, so I don’t know any distances - but it wasn’t much. And I felt very fatigued doing it! I’m not a runner so hard to judge whether that was “normal,” I just figured because I hadn’t eaten much that day (f—-ing stress again) I needed some fuel. So I cut my losses & headed home.
I ate dinner but got even more fatigued. And I started feeling numbness in my hand and arm.
I’m thinking “shit, I hope this isn’t the start of some MS crap.”
I tell myself “I am NOT letting this snowball. I know what I need - vitamin d, b, and a good night’s sleep.”
My wife was at girls night & I was her DD. I was fighting hard to stay awake to pick her up. By the time I did it was after 1:30 am.
I fall asleep fast but my friggin circadian clock wakes me up at 5:30!
I have nothing planned so figure I’ll fall back to sleep. Guess again Jim. I don’t know if it was my cortisol raging or what, but more sleep was not an option!
I drag myself out of bed at around 8 thinking I’ll do something and then take a nap. But once up, I was less than useless.
I ended up watching premier league soccer most of the day and then, about 3:30, falling into one of those deep, I-feel-nauseous-when-I-wake up sleeps!
The nap was only about 40 minutes, but it took me 45 mins to get out of bed! Haha
That’s where the story turns around.
I go to the gym.
As you can see from the picture, I’m basically the only one there. I’m also still in a semi-comatosed state, but I crank up the tunes on my head phones & dive in.
Great workout; stress relieved; good night’s sleep; ready to get some shit accomplished today!!
It’s all good now!