The last few months have been really challenging for me. I’m overcommitted and stressed out. I’m finding the transition to the kids being in school more hours a lot more difficult than I expected. Not because I wish the kids were with me more (don’t get me wrong, I love them, but we get along a lot better when I get a break), but because I’m finding myself a lot more isolated. When I have the kids, we get out of the house a lot, usually with friends. When they are at school, I find myself at home by myself for the majority of the time. I’m either working, running, or doing chores, not getting out and meeting up with other moms. The extrovert in my is not enjoying that.
Add in lack of sleep, a cold, and hormones and you get a mom on the edge. When I get like that, the last thing I *want* to do and the thing I *need* to do most is go for a run. I didn’t run Monday or Tuesday and really didn’t want to run today. I used the excuse that the cold was going to make it hard to breathe. After all, this weekend proved that, right?
Anyways, I had put on my running clothes when I first woke up and I had on my Vibrams from taking the kids to school, so I told myself I had to run a mile. I would just run (at whatever pace felt good) down to the half mile point and then turn around and come home. I’m sure you all know me well enough now to realize I didn’t stop at a mile. ;o)
I ended up doing some hill repeats to work on my downhill running in the Vibrams and then I wandered around my neighborhood until I hit 4.2 miles. As it turns out, my “happy pace” today was a ten minute mile. And that happy pace took me back to my happy place.
I haven’t resolved any of my problems, nor have I moved any of my responsibilities off of my plate, but at least now I feel like I have the energy and focus to work on them, instead of sitting here feeling sorry for myself.
And that, my friends, is why I run. Not for speed or distance or so I can drink beer. I run to make the rest of my life easier to handle.