I know I’m often ridiculously perky. At least, people tell me so all the time! But in a moment of complete honesty, things make me tick, I get mad at myself, and I have flat-out bad days.
And today was one of them!
I was just behind schedule all day. After a terrible night’s sleep (it’s getting hot here!) I napped for too long. I only got one load of laundry done. I didn’t get any house work done today. I was just off balance all day. I did get in a weight training session. I kept checking the clock and couldn’t keep up!
The day flew by and before I knew it, it was time go to run with my running group. It was going to be a special night. Our friend JJ retired from the air force, and this was his “retirement run”. He will soon be moving to Daytona Beach, Florida, and we may visit, but we won’t be running with him weekly (or, the weeks he wasn’t in Afghanistan). So tonight was going to be a big send-off party with swag, lots of friends and delicious Okinawan food.
As I was actively running down the stairs to the train platform, the train took off. Without me! Which left me waiting 11 minutes for the next one. Hmph. By missing that first train I was cutting it close to being late, so I looked up a faster route. It was one I wasn’t familiar with, but hey I’ve officially be a resident of Tokyo for 26 months now, I got this.
I didn’t “got” this.
At the transfer spot, I got on the train going the wrong direction. But in my defense, it’s confusing! I wanted the Odawara train, but not the Odawara train heading for Odawara! Sigh. So I got off the train, and officially late, got myself turned around.
By the time I got to the restaurant, paid my club dues, and dropped off my stuff, I didn’t even feel like running, and was 30 minutes late. The humidity is really picking up here. But off I went through the streets of Harajuku, by myself instead of my pack of running friends.
Things were fine til I got to Yoyogi park, which was pitch black. I got completely turned around, tripped at one point and couldn’t see any trail markings, so I high-tailed it out of there and ran along the berm of the park where the sidewalks were lit. I was so not in the spirit of running and fun when I arrived and now I was just feeling pretty crummy. By the time I was a little over halfway done, everyone else was finished running and settling into the restaurant.
I finished and put on a big happy face, but I was so mad at myself for being late, getting lost on trail, etc. I didn’t stay for the dinner and my friend who was leaving was SO swamped with people giving hugs and well wishes, Dan and I just faded out of the restaurant and back to the streets. He biked from work, so I took the train home alone. As my bad mood melted I felt bad for not saying bye to my friend, but it sounds like this was his formal going-away party, and he’ll still be around for a few more weeks.
I have to say I’m pleased though. I really didn’t have a great day, but still got in a weight lifting session and ran 4 miles. At least I have my priorities right!
Just remember tomorrow is a new day and you can start over!