I realized today that first and foremost, I AM A MOM!!! And I love that. I am a runner somewhere down the line (not too far;] ) after that, but Mom is totally at the top of the list. Getting kiddos ready in the morning, an 8:00 meeting at STM with an unbendable Algebra teacher, typical day-to-day stuff. Phone rings 3 minutes after my son leaves. “Mom, I got in a wreck.” Those are not words any mom wants to hear at any time. Me & the girls were attempting to leave at that moment for the bus stop anyway, so we just headed out straightaway. It is super foggy here this morning and he hit a lady from behind and then he got hit from behind. Thank God no one was hurt. My son’s vehicle was terribly damaged, but that’s just a thing & things come & go. Went to accident scene, made sure everything/everyone was okay, got girls to bus stop, went back to scene & helped my son with paperwork, etc….got him to school – tardy, naturally – and managed to be only 15 minutes late for my meeting!
I haven’t run since Saturday morning & that was a TM run, which will do in a pinch. But I really wanted to get out in the sun, since the fog finally cleared up & the golf tournament is over.
By the time I got back home, the handy-dude was here to do some work. FINALLY, got my Mizunos laced up, music qued, even had a little Cytomax in my bottle. As soon as I started running, I had to remind myself the first 10 minutes of warming up STINK!!! I feel like I’m plodding & barely moving, but I know that will pass.
I kept on going, of course, and finally, after just over a mile and well on my way to the back of the neighborhood, I began to walk. Walking during a run is a pretty low point for me. When I think, “Movement is better than no movement,” I’m feeling low. But, upon reflection, I realized my heart was still so heavy from this weekend & then compounded with my son’s ordeal this morning, I just felt so dang heavy! My sweet son’s blue eyes were just huge with “Wow, I can’t believe this just happened,” and I couldn’t do much except be supportive & help. Of course, it turned out well, but still traumatic. I realized I felt like I had all my extra weights on – ankle, waist, wrist, but no, I didn’t. I just felt that weight that a mother feels when things aren’t right in her world.
I allowed myself to continue to walk & then as I made the last big curve toward the back of my ‘hood, I saw it. I even smiled. There it was just waiting for me – my big, grassy, car-less, dumpster-less grassy TRACK!!! That’s the ticket! I started jogging toward it, hopped over the golf cart path & started my run again. And it felt great. The grass welcomed me with each cushioned foot-fall. A new addition – clover flowers & onion flowers brushed my ankles and tickled me back to the lightness I always feel on my track. Could I do — dare I think it ‘cuz I’ll have to do it then —6 LAPS??? Feeling like I feel today? Scratch that. Feeling like I felt today? Of course I can. I’m back on my track. Yes, I did my 6 laps and even walked one, turning off my BFF Garmin for that – didn’t want to skew my numbers, of course. It was glorious and just what I needed today.
Anywho, I ended up with 5 miles and don’t feel badly about that. I always feel a little freaked out when I know the holidays are approaching and I wonder how I can meet my self-imposed quota of 20 miles a week. But, I also know that where there’s a will, there’s a way and the good Lord knows I’m always willing, so He always makes a way!
I’m so happy my little slump is looking up. I realize that without a few low points, we can’t appreciate the flowery, grassy tracks of our lives.