Running a Mile Can Kill You

Apparently running a mile can kill you.
This is according to my fourth graders who ran the mile today.
You would have thought they had been poisoned after their mile run, by the way they were holding their stomachs and groaning and complaining.
I think I was asking for disappointment and frustration when I went ahead with our math lesson after their mile run. I told them to sit down, let their bodies rest, and drink lots of water. I turned on the air and fans full blast and all I was asking them to do was just listen and follow along. And maybe answer a question once in a while. Well, this was too much. Two girls insisted they were going to throw up, asking for the bathroom and drinking fountain, headache medicine, and so on. I had so many interruptions during this lesson. I was more than a little put off by all the drama.
So the rest of the day went like this: "Weren't you listening?" "I missed number four, will you go back?" "I don't feel very good, so it's hard for me to think." "If anybody else talks it's two warnings instead of one."
Yep, I let it get me down. I let it affect me and I remember at one point praying for patience and peace because I was out of it. This incident with the mile run is the breaking point for what has been building up for three weeks now. I'm in the process of restructuring my discipline plan, because what was used last year is not working this year. Today just confirmed it. There are a few that just aren't responding to the warnings and subsequent concequences. So, it'll all change, and I'm learning that it may take a little extra to be patient and peaceful this year. I have some students that really need my room to be peaceful and happy, and I want it to be that way too, so Lord, help me.