I have always gotten frustrated, much like everyone else, and dealing with it has always been unpleasant, much like everyone else I imagine.
A certain component of it seems to be very physical, a state of body more than anything else. I can reason my head around much of a problem, but the physical tension is another matter.
So I go running.
Bicycling doesn't seem to work the same way, too smooth and too much grace. No one would think of the adjective grace if they saw me running, so that seems to work.
Pounding along a trail seems to get rid of the physical side of anger and frustration like nothing else.
Seems I'm gonna have to keep on running till I'm dead.