… but I DID run.
Last night, I had an argument with my mom on the phone just minutes before I was to go out for my run. Matter of fact, as I was trying to civilly argue with her, my son was walking behind me saying, “Mommy go for run, Daddy play choo-choos?” Even he knew that I should have been out pounding the pavement and not talking on the phone. By the time I got off of the phone, I had absolutely zero energy for exercise and just wanted to curl up on the couch and cry. It wasn’t a particularly horrible argument … probably could even be more classified as a slightly heated discussion, so I’ll chalk a good part of it up to my whackadoo hormonal state this week.
All of that said, I just started reading a book, Run Like a Mother: How to Get Moving–and Not Lose Your Family, Job, or Sanity. Its by two mothers who work, have kids, have families, and who run. I saw it listed in some parent-centric magazine or another and decided right away that I needed to get it. I cracked it open as soon as it came in the mail, and although I have only gotten through maybe 3-4 chapters, I’m already finding it to be an inspiration.
For one thing, there’s a quiz in maybe the first chapter that asks, “Should I Run Today?” And after answering the questions that particular day (a day in which I had, in fact gotten in a run thankfully), the answer was a resounding YES! For me, running is a stress reliever, and I really needed it. The book has also inspired me to sort of change the format of my blog here a little bit. It’ll still be focused on my becoming healthier and hopefully thinner, but I think I’m going to try and do it from the perspective of exercise rather than weight. I’ll still log my weekly weight, I’ll still pop in on occasion with weird links to CNN articles, but I think I’m going to also try at least once a week to sum up my workouts for the week and to talk about my progress as a runner / exerciser. We’ll see how it goes.
… and back to last night. So, after having read the first couple chapters of “Run Like a Mother” and realizing that running is my best outlet for stress (I’m the kind of person who unfortunately gets in a bad mood and then takes it out on absolutely everyone around her without realizing it), I went out anyway. Sometimes, running allows me to rehash a conversation in my head, this time interjecting things that I wish I had the balls to say. Sometimes (like last night), it just makes me want to cry more. So, after a piddly 1.6 miles in a S-L-O-W 22:00, I gave in.
Yes, I was slow. Yes, I was pitiful. BUT I got out there. I ran, I worked off some of that pent-up frustration, and then I came home and while my (very sweet, very understanding, very AMAZING) husband gave Liam a bath, I also took a bath and read just a little bit more, realizing that I had probably just done the exact thing that I needed last night to NOT spend the evening miserable, so GO ME!