I’m supposed to be finishing up my run right about now, not sitting at the office typing up a blog post. My blog post, due later, was supposed to be about renewed commitment, successes, and the joy of a new playlist. So what the heck happened?
This morning started off well. Up early; recharged and updated ipod playlist; fueled up with healthy breakfast. I was even looking forward to my run…this doesn’t happen often folks (still new; still in the “why do I do this to myself” state) so I was jazzed.
Mornings are hectic in most households. Add a toddler and you get complete and utter chaos any particular morning with no rhyme or reason. Despite getting organized the night before, this morning, our house compared to the atomic bomb of chaos theory.
Yesterday, our two-year old daughter broke out into hives. Allergies run in my husband’s family so this was no surprise. Anyway, so began new routines of increased meds and specialized cream, adding more into an already packed morning routine and adding to everyone’s stresses and moods. It was one of those mornings where I could not get organized and I ended up running up and down our stairs grabbing things and throwing them into various bags (hey, does that count for anything? we do have a lot of stairs…). There was my daughter’s daycare bag, her after-daycare playdate bag, my purse, my lunch, and my gym bag. Many of these bags were even packed the night before, but it just so happened we forgot to add important stuff.
Cue 7:40. I’m already 10 min behind schedule and I have a screaming kid refusing to budge. “I don’t want to go….!” as I stand there begging her to move. Throw everything into the car and, ignoring protests from my already overworked back, grab child and get her into car as well. We arrive at daycare and, while frazzled, I am still determined to make it to the gym. A ten-minute delay is nothing in our house! I begin updating K’s caregiver on her medical status when BOOM…it happens.
“She has this new cream, right…”
It’s not there. And in that second I knew I had to give up any chance I had for my morning run. My child’s health was clearly more important, worth the drive back to the house to find the cream and drive back to deliver it.
It happens, yes. I find, sadly, for me, it happens all too often. Where does running fit into the daily grind?
My husband, fellow co-blogger, is training for a marathon. He has a training schedule. I’m actually envious of this. Not of the marathon part (I still contend that is full o’ the crazy), but of the priority that gets placed on it. He runs when he is supposed to. Why can’t that work for those of us just trying to run? All too often, my runs get overlooked for other duties. I work; I’m a mom; I do side projects. If something has to give, it’s my time for myself…my running.
It makes me mad b/c I’m so much better off for fitting in my runs, but it can be so hard to do. Our priorities shift, especially when, like me, we wear many hats. Today it became clear as I stared at my little girl’s spotted legs, that my hat was Mother and not Runner. I know I made the right choice here, but what kind of world do we live in anyway, when a slight detour like that can throw the whole gig off track?
Any other running moms reading this? I would love to hear how you do it. I’m at a loss these days. What used to work for me is not working and I’m not sure how to make it work. Early morning runs post child drop-off are my ideal times, but as this morning showed, they can be disrupted so easily. Should I try getting up before everyone else wakes up and go for a run in my own neighbourhood? Perhaps. Something needs to be done though b/c I’m losing out by not going. I need to make running a priority—I’m just unsure how.
My friend and fellow co-blogger, Amy, loaned me Run Like a Mother and I’m so excited to look through it, hopefully finding useful tips in how to balance it all. One recurring theme I hear from mothers is that running provides much-needed silent time; a time for us; a time when the only expectation is to take step-after-step and not be “on.” It’s important.
Now I just need to find the time to read the book.