I haven’t always had 4 kids but I really can’t remember life before them. I had time to do things but nothing that I can remember of any importance. I didn’t like to cook or clean or run back then so I really don’t know how I spent that time other than with my husband. But now that I’m older, more motherly, and at home full time I enjoy cleaning (well as much as anyone really can) and cooking. Running is more for me than anyone else. Everyone in the house benefits from a cooked meal or clean clothes. It’s hard for me to choose me sometimes and choose running.
I hate making up excuses for missing runs but as much as I love doing- my kids come first. I don’t mind missing it for them. I’ve taken them out for runs with me but trust me- taking 4 kids out to run with 2 in a stroller and 2 on bikes does not equal a quality run.
Today I snuck out to run for 2 hours 23 minutes and 24 seconds. It felt like a million years! I tried to put it out of my mind that I was alone. I focused on the run. The sooner I got 11 miles done the sooner I’d be home and back to my kiddos.
Just me. Just me for 2 hours 23 minutes and 24 seconds. Just me, my breath, and the concrete. The pain my hip subsided by the second mile. I was warmed up and ready to run. Since I was just randomly adding to my existing routes I had no clue where my mile markers were. I just knew that when I got home I’d be done. That was enough for me. I selfishly never stopped at home even though I needed something to drink. I knew if I stopped I may not get out.
So I ran all over my corner of the city. Some streets I did twice and at least one half mile was repeated 3 or 4 times. It felt good to sweat in the cool crisp air. It felt like fall. Perfect running weather. Cool but not cold. I could feel my breath but not see it.
Hitting the pavement in front of my house was bittersweet. I was thankful my legs carried me for so long but saddened that my time alone just being me was over. I know that I may not get the chance to run alone for so long again until my half marathon. I truly savored the run.
I came in the house to the hustle and bustle of my life. Kids half dressed, toys all over the floor, and a husband happy to finally see me again. As I slip off my running shoes I slip back into mom mode. Hopefully next weekend I’ll get another Me date.
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