Ugh. Back to school for the husband, back to regular 5am workouts for me.
And yes, only one alarm and I’m up. I hate the back and forth of snooze buttons. My OCD can’t handle it.
It would appear I hang out with this kid a lot
Good news: animal crackers now come with a key!
Bad news: my daughter can’t read yet so she still wants me to identify every cookie she eats.
The following are truths that apply to running. And also, to parenting.
- You often think you’ve made a huge mistake.When you start running, the first mile kills you. The thought process is something like “This was dumb. Why do I do this? This is really hard. This is a dumb sport. Who runs? Ugh, why is this so hard? I just ran two days ago. I hate running.” All of this equally applies to parenting. At times as a mom, I think “This was a dumb idea. Who does this? This is really hard. Ugh, why is this so hard? I do this everyday. I hate this.”
- You get to a point where you feel like you were born to run. I love running. I feel like it’s a part of me, as if it’s an old friend. Parenting is similar. Even on the worst days with my kids, if I’m away from them too long (“too long” being any time between two hours and two days, depending on the intensity of my parenting life), it feels strange, like I forgot my left arm somewhere and I should probably go back and find it with the intent of reattachment.
- Just because you’ve had a few good runs, doesn’t mean you will love the next one. Monday, you run and feel great. Thursday, too. Saturday? For no apparent reason you’re sucking air and the same miles you’ve easily covered before are making you wish you’d stayed in bed. Parenting is the same. You can have a great day where you really feel like you’ve got it down, and the next day you’re trying to find a place that will revoke your parenting license. Or at least you’re on the lookout for a band of travelling gypsies to barter your children away.
- Just because you love it doesn’t mean it isn’t hard, and it isn’t work. I love to run, it’s therapeutic and great exercise. I love races and bibs and medals and techinal t’s. I love buying stupid expensive watches and being known as a “runner.” Still, it’s a lot of dedication, discipline and just plain hard work. Parenting- same.
- There are unexpected perks. Sometimes I’ll catch a great sunrise, see a mist rising up over a lake, or cute little bunnies hopping across my trail. Neat. Parenting is the same. Sometimes my daughter will say something hilarious, or randomly drop and start doing push-ups on the floor of the bouncy house place, or my son’s first words will be “thank you.” Unexpected joy.
- Many people think you’re crazy for doing it. I get a lot of “Oh, I could never be a runner!” from sedentary people. Or “HOW many miles did you run and WHY?” Sure. Okay. Whatever. I also live in the Pacific Northwest, where people would rather have two dogs they treat like children than actual children. I have a boy and a girl, and when I tell people we might have one more and maybe adopt a fourth, people think I’m crazy. (Also, I might be.)
- I’m proud of my miles. And proud of my kids.
This morning I went to the Y with my kids. I’d never been before and wow, super overstimulating.
I saw another mom in the family locker room and mumbled something about not knowing what I was doing and she told me everything I needed to know. FTW.
Mothers, not unlike any large group of women, can be harsh, judge-y and mean. But more often, they are supportive and helpful, especially of one another.
Go Team Mom!
Stephanie left me and moved, so in her honor I went to the pool today.
I don’t “swim”.
However, water jogging is super good when you’re trying to nail that whole “running while striking on the forefoot” thing. So, I tell myself I’m working on form while giving my joints a break.
Literal fruit snacks
(Pears and blueberries… SOMEONE here is backed up, can you tell?)
I did a crazy thing today.
I went on a ropes course with zip lines and crap.
Have I mentioned I’m scared of heights?
It was physically tough, I sweated a lot, and there were many, many moments of what is/was possibly the greatest terror I’ve ever experienced in my life.
However, I’m glad I did it.
Life for the win!
(I went with my friend Alanna, seen in the photos in purple, who made the damn thing look easy and had the gall to ask the awkward teen safety guy if the next harder course was do-able!)
I should get some sort of gold star or something.