Trying to be More Like My Tea

Zen, that is.  I realized in the midst of mousehunt 2010 that I have a tendency to let small things push me over the edge from "calm, normal Sarsh" to "batsh*t crazy, ready to attack Sarsh."  Not that I'm downgrading the significance of the mouse sighting.  I'm not...I'm still quite freaked out.  But after a weekend at home, my mom (a nurse who is eager to perform medical procedures at all times) pointed out that my blood pressure had skyrocketed from its normal healthy range.   

Mom: "You need to calm down or you're going to make yourself sick."

Me: "Calm down? You want me to calm down while Mickey and his friends are running rampant through my apartment, unattended?"  

Not to get into the details of the steps we've taken since (I mean, the blog is Run Til I'm Fun, not Pest Control Til I'm Fun), but I'm trying to be calmer about this situation and stressful situations in general as a sort of belated resolution.  A little more deep breathing, a little less resigned sighing.  

Today's workout didn't contain any running, but I think it was just what I needed.  After a half hour of weights, I settled in for some deep stretching and an hourlong yoga class.  By the time I was finished, I felt refreshed and (slightly) less stressed about the prospect of returning to the scene of the rodent sighting.  Fingers crossed I can channel this positive energy into productive running tomorrow.