The event went very well, though, and for a few days I got to hang out with an Important Canadian Literary Figure who is also a very lively entertainer. So the stress was balanced very nicely with rewards.
By Friday morning, though, I had little energy left, and even less brainpower, but we had to get organized for a jaunt to the airport with our Visiting Poet and an immediate turn up the highway in the opposite direction to catch the ferry to Vancouver (Paul having just returned home the night before). It remains to be seen what got forgotten in the hasty packing -- will I be attending La Boheme this evening wearing only one shoe?
What amuses me, though, and what was meant to be the point of this post, is that despite all the crazy demands of work last week, I kept my running mileage up. Apparently, that's become a fairly non-negotiable priority. Laundry might languish, the kitchen floor might go unswept, I might not be able to see my desktop for all the files, papers, and books scattered across it, but I'm going to be pulling my hair back, jamming the ponytail through the velcroed slot in my cap, and lacing up my runners to exercise my right to run. Didn't miss my Pilates class this week either, although I could have used that time to get a head start on the weekend's marking.
This morning, as well, I met my weekly commitment to a Long Slow Distance run, although I at least combined it with another priority, spending time with my husband. We don't often run together: besides our different schedules, we run at a different pace, and he's not as keen on distance as I am. But this morning we headed out to Vancouver's Spanish Banks together. The top photo above is looking West from our turnaround point; the lower one is the same spot but facing back toward the city. Splendid weather for this glorious run, and what a joy to have the strength to run 18 kilometres comfortably with my husband. I wasn't able to do this when I was 25, so being able to do it well over 30 years later is very satisfying.
And you know what? The papers will get marked, the kitchen will get cleaned, and we'll find enough clean underwear to get through the week. Meanwhile, the runs keep me healthy, and they help me manage stress.
Tonight we're off to the opera, and tomorrow we pick up our almost-four-year-old granddaughter, Nola, who's coming back to the island with us for a week-long visit while her parents are traveling. I must admit that I love having a semi-retired husband who makes all this possible. I think Nola loves it too!
And how about you? What priorities cause you to ignore an unswept kitchen floor or leave the laundry basket overflow? Or would those housekeeping failures cause you more stress than they're worth? Whatever the case, I wish you a stress-free, enjoyable weekend. . .