I went for my first "rage run" today.
It was the culmination of a lot of things: my fellow dissertators - Levi and Walt - have been put in truly wretched positions through no fault of their own; I realized that I've talked more with my third reader this week than I have with my chair and second reader over the course of the past year; coaxing a handful of job-specific letters from my recommenders has been like squeezing blood from a goddamned stone, and getting my entire committee to do anything together has been an exercise in futility.
Hearing that my latest chapter - although 'brilliant' - is in need of an organizational overhaul didn't help, either.
So I really felt like hitting something this afternoon.
But we don't own a punching bag and hitting pillows just really doesn't do it. A friend suggested that throwing raw eggs into the sink - while guiltily wasteful - is remarkably therapeutic, but I can't bring myself to waste eggs like that.
So the Wife suggested I go for a run.
It wasn't half bad.
I'm still angry, though.
4 comments:
Sounds like there's some suckage going on. Keep running, Forrest. xo
Hope things improve soon. Trying to outrun "suckage" is why I'm up from competing in 5ks to competing in half marathons! I hope things don't suck enough that either of us have to up the length to full marathon.
TKW - There is indeed some primo suckage going on. Not fun.
ntbw - A half marathon would kill me right now. I really hope it doesn't come to that. I much prefer just punching things.
I guess running is better than smoking, which is usually what I pick up when I feel hopeless and/or full of rage. Whatever works, I guess. I'm sorry things suck right now. Things kind of suck all over.
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