The Sudden Energy Crash
Fiona had kicked off the day with impressive momentum. Emails had been answered, tasks being ticked off her to-do list which was shrinking, she felt unstoppable.
But her momentum was like a strong coffee, steaming hot at first, but if you left it sitting too long, it turned cold and unappealing.
By 11.30 Fiona could feel the enthusiasm that once propelled her start to grow stale, much like the forgotten cup on her desk.
That’s when the crash came.
Out of nowhere, her energy tanked. Her brain felt like it had been stuffed with cotton wool, and her limbs? Suddenly heavy as lead. The bright spark of enthusiasm that had fuelled her morning was flickering out, leaving her staring blankly at the screen, as if she could will herself to keep going.
Her chair, ever the supportive companion, creaked softly under her weight. “C’mon,” it seemed to say, “settle in, we’ve still got work to do.” It offered its plush embrace, as though comfort alone could carry her through the rest of the day. No need to move. We can power through this together.
And for a moment, she almost gave in. It was tempting, after all, but she’d been sat at her desk all morning, hours on end. She could push through, send a few more emails, tick off a couple more tasks... but she knew where that would lead.
If emails were a workout, she’d have abs of steel by now. But sadly, clicking 'reply' didn’t seem to burn calories, or stress.
The longer she sat, the thicker the fog settled over her mind. Lethargy creeping into her muscles, like vines slowly wrapping around her limbs, sapping her will to move.
With a sigh, she pushed herself up, feeling the familiar resistance from hips stiff from sitting so long and the chair, sad to see her leave. Five minutes to stretch her legs. Or as her chair called it, 'five minutes of betrayal.'
She wandered into the kitchen, her muscles waking up with every step. Just five minutes, she thought. That’s all she needed. Enough to reset. She glanced at the clock. A few quick stretches, maybe a sip of water.
Looping a resistance band around her arms, she did 100 bicep curls and 100 overhead shoulder presses and as she felt the blood start to circulate again her head felt clearer. By the time the five minutes were up, her energy levels were feeling better too.
Returning to her desk, she perched at the edge of her chair, feeling lighter, the fog lifted she started to tackle the next item on her To Do List.
Just five minutes was all it took.
One short active break at a time, she reminded herself. With a little more energy in the tank, she felt ready to tackle the next task. The day might have its crashes, but now she knew how to climb back out.