It’s been a rainy morning here. The grey skies and rain didn’t help my very tired self wake up. When it was time to leave for school, it was barely sprinkling, so I decided we’d walk to school in hopes that it would get me motivated to start my day. Halfway to school, the skies opened. We were prepared with rain coats and umbrellas, so Jones was delivered to school relatively dry. Shoo was a different story entirely. He refused a rain coat and insisted on frequently spinning his umbrella. Between the two schools, he opted for no umbrella at all. When we got to school, I had to completely change his clothes. Unfortunately, that means he’s wearing shorts today because that’s what he had in his spare clothes cubby. Bad mommy moment or natural consequences? Maybe a little of both.
After I got home, I needed to run but just could not get on the treadmill. So, I waited for the very worst of the rain to stop. It was still raining pretty good when I headed out, but I went anyways. Five miles later, my tummy was growling, I was sopping wet, and I decided I was done for the day. I’m just happy I got the five in.
I’ll let you in on a secret. Sometimes I don’t like running. Some days I just want to do anything but get myself out there and do what I need to do. I’m not driven like some people. I may never run another marathon. I may never break 150 miles for the month. Heck, this month I may throw out my 100 mile goal. Running is not a big focus in my life right now. But, I will keep running. The thought of going back to the depresssion/anxiety I experienced when Jones was a baby scares the pants off of me. The thought of trying to handle my current stress level without the endorphins from running is just too scary. So, I’ll keep getting out there. I’ll keep putting one foot in front of the other. One day running will take center stage again, but for now, it’s doing a fabulous job in its support role.
Tomorrow, we talk beer. (And if you want to hear about the fun stuff we did in Vermont, check out my other blog.)