A couple of weeks ago I decided that we would not do any school today. I took the kids to their cousins house where they made a movie and played wii games. Hannah tells me that they even created bloopers for the bonus features on their upcoming dvd and that Noah had a hard time not looking into the camera.
Knowing that the kids would be away for most of the day, I daydreamed about how to spend my day. I created a very long mental list of everything I could do during the few hours I had all to myself.
I could sit and enjoy the quiet. I do enjoy solitude.
I could clean and enjoy the cleanliness for longer than 20 minutes.
I could visit the bookstore and just see what’s out there.
I could finish up our lesson plans for the week.
I could run.
I could write.
I could catch up on my reading.
Any one of those things would have been good to do.
What actually happened?
I chatted with Aunt Bonnie for a little while.
I thought about running.
I made myself pretty and met Karl for a lovely lunch. He took me out to one of my favorite local restaurants (Chuck’s Fish, for you local readers). I had the perfect southern sandwich. No, not a bologna on white. I ate a BLT made with fried green tomatoes on multi-grain bread and slathered with a mayo pesto dressing. Y’all, it was so good.
After taking Karl back to his office, I decided I would spend some time writing.
About an hour had passed when the phone rang. It was Bonnie. She and her family were going to see Mall Cop and wondered if I minded if my kids saw it with them. I popped some popcorn for my kids and met them at the theater.
I didn’t do nearly all that I had thought that I would do with my day. I guess if I had turned down Karl’s lunch request I would have had more time to myself, but that wouldn’t have been very wifey of me. And I would have missed out on some fine fried green tomatoes. Plus, Karl and I do not have many meals during which we can complete a conversation.
Karl has been telling me for a couple of weeks now to stop reading the news, stop paying attention to world events and Washington, don’t buy into the doom and gloom. That just rankles me. I have to know. I realize I can’t do anything to change anything, but I feel better knowing about what I can’t change. But Karl thinks that all the bad news (for conservatives, at least) is having adverse affects on me. If I have to keep abreast of the news, then I need to find some way to relieve the stress besides tossing and turning.
So I thought about running.
I remembered my first high school track meet when I thought I’d run so hard that I was going to die. It was a 4×800 (I think) relay. The 3rd leg decided she just couldn’t run anymore. She stopped and SAT DOWN ON THE TRACK! I was the anchor leg and I was embarrassed. I had two laps and a ton of time to make up. All I knew was that I didn’t want to be last to cross the finish. I pushed myself and ran faster than I ever have before or since. Every muscle in my body screamed in painful protest. I collapsed at the finish and I didn’t move for several minutes. I have only felt that kind of pain one other time. The second came when I beat my personal best in the 5K.
I stood with my hand on the door, dressed to run, and the only thing I could remember about running was that running hurts.
So I asked myself a question today: Why do I want to torture myself and call it stress relief?
There has to be a more fun way to do a lifetime of damage to my joints and relieve stress.