The six miles I ran yesterday morning were horrible for a number of reasons.
1. Not only is it hot as CR*P in Northern Virginia but the humidity is ridiculous. I was sweating out of every pore on my body. I was so soaked I felt like I had jumped in the pool.
2. Baby C is cutting his 2nd tooth, he is in a BAD mood. We ran 3 miles out before I turned around, at which point he decided he had, had enough of the run. HE cried and cried as I tried to feed him little puffs while still running as fast as I could to get back to the car.
3. My body does not perform in the heat. I felt slow, tired, and overweight[the thighs rub even more when I'm hot and swollen]. My splits were fine, yet each mile felt horrible.
So yes I said it…..my run was terrible, but at the same time IT WASN’T. It was a run. For anyone sidelined with an injury, you know all too well that you would rather have a horrible run than no run at all. So despite my complaining, I am grateful and thankful that I was able to run and that I had the courage and strength to push through 6 miles[literally].
What I learned on my run is that just when you have given up, there are people who will lift you up.
To the random man on a bike that said You Go Momma – followed by run faster mommy[in a child's voice] – you were a little creepy but made me smile nonetheless.
To the 2 older couples walking together for their exercise. Your kind words about how inspirational I was, were beyond sweet. I found it inspiring that at your age you were moving fast together on a trail at 8 something in the morning. Most folks your age are complaining about what their body will not do anymore rather than taking charge and telling their body who is running the show. Thank you for helping me get through mile 3. Seeing the 4 of you again at mile 4 definitely helped boost me.
To the *serious* cyclist who flew past me from behind but managed to say AWESOME as he passed. Thank you. I REALLY REALLY needed it today.
To the old man who said excuse me ma’am – can I just tell you that it’s people like you who keep old guys like me going. I’m not sure if you meant that the sight of my sweaty body in a sports bra and shorts keeps you going or if you meant me pushing my two sons in the sweltering heat? Either way you made me smile in a weird sort of way…..thank you for taking notice of how hard I was working.
To the older couple I met in Starbucks after my run, you broke my heart when you said your son grew up and moved to France and one day mine might do the same. You mended my heart just a smidge when you said I was in awesome shape for having 3 kids, despite the fact that I was still dripping sweat and probably smelled.
What if we always lifted up other runners and walkers. What if instead of judging that girl up ahead of us or the runner that we push to pass, we lifted them up?
What if we always told people they were impressive when we silently thought it? What would happen if every time you saw someone who looked like they were struggling through a run – you told them that they looked awesome and to keep it up? Would your words help that person DREAM BIG?
I certainly know that I am not the only parent of 3 little kids who MAKES the time to run. I know that there are plenty of other men and women out there who do it while pushing 2 kids. I know I am not a super hero and I do not think that what I do on a daily basis is really that inspiring. I do however appreciate the kind words of people I know and do not know that occasionally make me feel like an inspiring superhero mom.
A TERRIBLE run that I chose to turn into a POSITIVE run……because after all ANY run is a good run.
After our run I took the boys to a lake to look at the ducks. I know I am biased but these two little guys melt my heart and make my day - every day.
|He wanted a picture of his MAD face|