In the twenty four hour period that I recognize as a day, I go through about two valleys, and these are at the polar ends of my day. These symbolize the hardest and most daunting challenges, as a human being I face every day.
One is when I wake up to Bannana Pancakes (my alarm clock) and the other when I return home after studying law for a good 9 hours.
What mitigates these valleys on a normal day, is my ability to train. Most effectively, running.
My mood fluctuates exponentially. My fatigue level raises antithetically to my mood. If the mood is positive, the fatigue is negative. In short, I can’t train now, thus putting me either smack in the middle of a stress cyclone, or at the tail end of a put-me-to-bed-for-three days coma.
So I’m wondering how much more I can take of these spiraling sea-saws. I figure if I still can’t run pain-free by the end of this week, I might take to cycling/elliptical and other non-impact aerobic exercises, to re-build my engine, and hope for the most expedient forms of healing to become manifest in this body.
This too shall pass.
