Running Mad

I had a rough couple of days at work. I was ticked off. First, I kept getting called to fix stuff that wasn't mine to fix, then a guy kept interrupting me. Every time I talked, he interrupted and it just irritated the crap out of me. I tried to ignore it, but that just made it worse. Dick.

So I went for a run. I figured I needed the workout anyway, and running would give me a chance to work out my issues.
The first twenty minutes were great. I was fast and running smooth, I wasn't tired at all. As I ran, I kept replaying in my mind the film of the guy who was interrupting me. Over and over, he kept interrupting, and I ran faster and faster as I got madder and madder. I had the dog with me, he kept getting in the way, I kicked at him, but missed so my knee hurt. Then at the 30 minute mark, I was full of adrenaline from the looping film of the interrupter and I was tired from running too fast. I felt like throwing up. Too much adrenaline makes me feel sick. My stomach cramped and I gagged.
I walked for a minute, then ran home, still mad, but now I was mad at the interrupting guy who ruined my run. He's a dick. I was mad at the dog too because my knee hurt.
I guess the lesson here is don't run mad unless you like to throw up. And maybe if you run with the dog, don't hyper-extend your knee when you kick him.

This week my calendar calls for eleven and a half hours of run/swim/bike/lift. I should hit that spot on if I go an hour tomorrow and two and a half hours Saturday. Saturdays and Sundays are always big days, since there is more time available.

I am going to ice my knees one more time and go to bed.