Exhaustion. I’d like to blame it on study, and that is partly it. It is possibly also a lack of sleep and the fact I thought it would be a good idea to start running. While I am still clinging to the hope that some day in the future I will look back and thank my past self for starting this exciting adventure that is running, the current me hates myself for it.
My legs ache, my back ache, my ankles ache due to bad shoes. My everything is exhausted. I have always hated running and now I know why. Don’t get me wrong, I love the freedom of going fast, clearing my head, listening to some good music, enjoying nature – all for about 10 mins of the run. I push myself. I’m just like that. But it will pay off eventually. I hope.
In between my sore body and my feeling like there simply is no possible way to ever escape the constant pile of small tasks to do for tech, I feel good. Today I was ready to break down and either kill or cry at the petrol pump. Why this particular petrol station thought it would be a good idea to install pumps that are unable to reach over a small car is beyond me. I paid – because it’s prepay – then realized it wasn’t going to work and hung the pump back up. Then of course it no longer worked. I went back into the petrol station and the lovely petrol guy fixed it. Or so I thought. Merrily (though in a fowl mood) I let it run. It didn’t stop at the amount it should have. Now seriously about to cry (the reason has nothing to do with the pump… but it’s a story that’s perhaps not for here) I dragged my feet back inside to pay the balance. The lovely petrol pump guy waved it and said “don’t worry about it.” I wanted to hug him in that moment. If he didn’t work there I’d buy him a coffee.
It’s the small things that make your day. I have good friends, a good boyfriend, a good hobby and I have met some wonderful stranger. Life’s not all bad. Just a bit stressful.