Oh boy. You would not want to
meet me in a dark alley the way I looked and felt yesterday. It's
been a tough week at work, culminating in yesterday's record-breaking
crapfest, which turned everything into a cause for irritation.
The sun was too bright.
The sun was not bright enough.
There were too many cheerful,
inspirational quotes on my Facebook feed.
There were too many depressing articles
on my Facebook feed.
My cats ran to the door to meet me when
I got home.
My cats ran away when I felt like
squeezing them.
SOMEONE PARKED THEIR BICYCLE AT MY SPOT. THEY TOOK MY SPOT.
And so on, and so forth. Everything was wrong. And I made sure the world knew it, by
wearing the most pouty face I could contract my face muscles into and
complaining loudly to anyone who would listen. I didn't get much
sympathy for the bicycle spot outrage.
Running is the best therapy. My legs
were heavy before the usual Wednesday run with the club, and – no
happily-ever-after ending here – they were still heavy during and
after the run too. But my mood got a lot better.
Yet, there was still a cloud of worry
over my head. Why this irritation? Sure, my work week has been tough.
Long hours, intense, unforgiving. But it is often like that. Why has
this week in particular been so tough? And why were my legs so slow
to recuperate after last Monday's run? I started dreading having to
be at practice at a certain time. Not the training in itself, but
having yet another item on my to-do list when I got home from work.
I suspected the worst. Overtraining and
other psychological stress factors in tandem with each other, caught
in a gravitational pull, spinning around each other forever in a sick
co-dependant relationship.
Overtraining symptoms, according to
Wikipedia,
include:
Persistent muscle soreness (eh, not
more than usual)
Persistent fatigue (mentally, yes.
Physically, no)
Elevated resting heart rate (haven't
checked in a couple of weeks)
Reduced heart rate variability (I don't
even know what that means and I'm too fatigued to google it)
Increased susceptibility to infections
(nope)
Increased incidence of injuries (I'm
guessing there will be if I keep putting in 280km-months without rest
periods)
Irritability (who the hell are you
calling irritable?)
Depression (If there was increased
incidence of injuries, you bet I'd get depressed)
Mental breakdown (not yet but give me a
couple more days like yesterday and I'll get there)
So, not much in the symptom list
applies in my case. I can probably breathe a sigh of relief. That's
not to say that I'm indestructible. Therefore, I am playing truant
from tonight's interval training and giving myself an extra rest day.
Both mind and body are thanking me already.
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