Daycare. For a mother this word can have so many meanings. To some it is a taboo, to others it is a chance to go back to work and help out with the family income. Regardless of how you might feel about day care, the truth is more women are taking their children to day care just to make ends meet.
For women like me it isn't a choice to take my child to day care. Of course I would love to stay home with him. I want to be there to wipe his nose, band aid his cuts, clean cheerios off the floor. Unfortunately, it just isn't feasible for me. I am not one of those people who lives a lavish life style, I 'm not going to work so I can drive an Escalade, I'm working to help pay the power bill. Although I know this every time I leave him, I know he doesn't know this.
Before taking Brody to day care I spent an hour at the facility checking every crack, step and toy for suspicious culprits. Deep down I knew her house was just like my house. Like a CIA investigator I spoke with the Babysitter and asked her a million questions, trying desperately not to interrogate her. After leaving the place, I felt good. The children there seemed happy and content. I came away feeling as good as I could after leaving a daycare.
Still I dreaded the first day of daycare. I couldn't sleep for days. I had his bag packed two days in advance with all his emergency phone numbers, and his special food, just in case he wouldn't eat anything else. Before I knew it the day had come. We drove to the day care , I took a deep breath and walked inside.
I plopped Brody down on the floor and another child greeted him with a "Hi Brody." He shied away for the first few minutes and before I knew it he was in the corner pulling every toy off the shelf, tossing blocks, and pressing his face up against the large fish tank with a little swimming turtle. I kissed him goodbye dreading the classic cling to the leg, mommy don't leave me behavior. I was shocked to discover he ignored me, and I walked out with ease. No heart wrenching goodbye, no heavy guilt weighting on my shoulders as I walked out. Still I stepped into my car and began to cry.
I was amazed at how well Brody adapted in just a short amount of time. I asked myself are we as mothers really worried about them, and if they will survive. Is there some secret voice lurking with in us that says "My baby, needs me, and once goes to day care, or school , he won't need me anymore, not the way he needed me before. " Gone were the days of him as a helpless breastfeeding infant. I realized Brody was becoming a wonderful little boy and he was already learning to be social, friendly and to share with others.
At the end of the day, when it was time to pick Brody up I walked through the door. The minute he heard my voice my eyes met his and he smiled. He ran over to me and squealed in excitement. I scooped him up into my arms as he pointed at the fish tank and began to babble on. I like to think he was trying to tell me about his day. I like to think it really didn't matter. I had my little man back in my arms and we would go home where he would once again be my baby.
Tales from a running now Pregnant mama!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Neglected my blog.
I have been neglecting you dear Blog... please accept my appology. Brody has started walking, been to day care and I haven't documented any of it. I promise dear blog to be good to you!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Dealing With my Injury
Having a running injury can bring down the spirit of a runner. An injury that knocks you down for a significant amount of time can make you feel "off," for weeks. Most competitive runners are addicts, in need of an escape, in need of a high. When facing an injury you are struggling to find a replacement for your high, only I have come to find there is no replacement.
Much of the behavior of struggling with an injury is similar to what a recovering addict struggles to overcome. You are in love with your drug of choice only you can't do it, and you can't do it for a significant amount of time. You start out in the first phase of denial............ it will go away, I'll run it out, it's all in my head, I'm not injured. Then you try to stop for a little while thinking you might just give it a day or two, let it's persistence die down. After a few days you wake up, craving your morning run and longing to get back out on the road. Basically, you fall off the wagon. You ignore the signs. You lace up, get moving, and your injury robs your mental state of readiness and throws you a fat reality check. You will be out of commission for a while.
Just like an addict you loose contact with your old friends, because they are all still addicts. They are planning there next races and improving their times. You separate yourself because with each mention of the "next race," your yearning grows steadfast and you begin to think again "Maybe it is all in my head," then you remember the sharp pain you felt ten minutes out into your last run.
Just like a smoker turns to nicorette, you try and find a replacement for your addiction such as swimming or riding a bike. Just like a smoker chews massive amounts of gum only to realize the buzz is weak, cycling and swimming for me just don't make the cut. I am lost, I can't find my rhythm. These actives were great on my "off days," sometimes they even helped to loosen up my legs. When doing these activities I never quiet reach that euphoric state, somehow I remain just bellow the threshold of bliss, a steady pace, going nowhere.
Treating a running injury is different from a regular addict in one way. Usually a regular addict, such as a alcoholic wants to quit their drug of choice forever. They realize in order to quit, they must quit hole hearted and completely. With a running injury you must quit, and for a significant amount of time so you can become an addict again. Your mental drive remains the same, with no desire to subdue. You realize you must submit to your injury, listen to your body, turn off your drive and know in order to start again you must quit.
I don't have all the answers on how to retain perseverance. Right now I am struggling to feel right, not running. I know with time I will heal and once again feed my hunger to stride across another finish line. In my heart I can only believe this to be true.
Much of the behavior of struggling with an injury is similar to what a recovering addict struggles to overcome. You are in love with your drug of choice only you can't do it, and you can't do it for a significant amount of time. You start out in the first phase of denial............ it will go away, I'll run it out, it's all in my head, I'm not injured. Then you try to stop for a little while thinking you might just give it a day or two, let it's persistence die down. After a few days you wake up, craving your morning run and longing to get back out on the road. Basically, you fall off the wagon. You ignore the signs. You lace up, get moving, and your injury robs your mental state of readiness and throws you a fat reality check. You will be out of commission for a while.
Just like an addict you loose contact with your old friends, because they are all still addicts. They are planning there next races and improving their times. You separate yourself because with each mention of the "next race," your yearning grows steadfast and you begin to think again "Maybe it is all in my head," then you remember the sharp pain you felt ten minutes out into your last run.
Just like a smoker turns to nicorette, you try and find a replacement for your addiction such as swimming or riding a bike. Just like a smoker chews massive amounts of gum only to realize the buzz is weak, cycling and swimming for me just don't make the cut. I am lost, I can't find my rhythm. These actives were great on my "off days," sometimes they even helped to loosen up my legs. When doing these activities I never quiet reach that euphoric state, somehow I remain just bellow the threshold of bliss, a steady pace, going nowhere.
Treating a running injury is different from a regular addict in one way. Usually a regular addict, such as a alcoholic wants to quit their drug of choice forever. They realize in order to quit, they must quit hole hearted and completely. With a running injury you must quit, and for a significant amount of time so you can become an addict again. Your mental drive remains the same, with no desire to subdue. You realize you must submit to your injury, listen to your body, turn off your drive and know in order to start again you must quit.
I don't have all the answers on how to retain perseverance. Right now I am struggling to feel right, not running. I know with time I will heal and once again feed my hunger to stride across another finish line. In my heart I can only believe this to be true.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I owe you an apology
I remember seeing her in the grocery store thinking, "She could have at least left the house in something other then sweat pants." I never said it,but I thought it. Then she approached me as her snotty nosed one year old reached out to touch me with his gram cracker encrusted grin. Damn I thought, she always wants to chat forever, and I need to get my shopping done and get the heck out of Walmart.
What I didn't know is that in between bottles and chasing her infant around, she was lucky to have had a shower. What I didn't know is that more then likely she had been at home all day with only a one year old vocabulary to entertain her, and a chat with me would feed her need to be recognized as someone other then mommy.
There were so many times I made the comment "I mean honestly, she doesn't work, she just stays at home and plays with her kids all day." The truth is, I am busier now then I ever have been. When I was at work I could come in clear off my desk and feel a sense of accomplishment. Then I would sigh, my work for the day was done, heck, I might even have time to surf the internet, check my Facebook. At home, my work was never done. There was always a project, always someone needing me, always something else that could be done.
Ah nap time, when I must choose. Take a shower or clean the house? Mow the lawn or run on the treadmill...? Hardly what I envisioned. I thought I would run my house like my work office. Everything would be organized, we would stay on task. My kids would be Baby Gap model look alikes with freshly combed hair and clean faces . I would be that peppy fun mom, we'd make cookies and do art projects every day.
Then I realized I was that lady in Walmart. I was a sweatpants worshiper. I might even have a stain down my shirt, and my child was the one reaching out to strangers with an animal cracker stuck to his forehead. I now considered Walmart an "outing," and I enjoyed talking to anyone who might stop and chat, because frankly I'd been watching Baby Einstein all day.
To all the mothers I judged I owe you an apology. I never knew. I never knew how precious time would become. I never knew that frankly I wouldn't give a damn if my hair wasn't done and I smelled like sweet potatoes and desitin. I didn't give a damn because I was at home enjoying every moment with my son. I never knew that I would surrender my vanity to experience the pleasure of motherhood.
What I didn't know is that in between bottles and chasing her infant around, she was lucky to have had a shower. What I didn't know is that more then likely she had been at home all day with only a one year old vocabulary to entertain her, and a chat with me would feed her need to be recognized as someone other then mommy.
There were so many times I made the comment "I mean honestly, she doesn't work, she just stays at home and plays with her kids all day." The truth is, I am busier now then I ever have been. When I was at work I could come in clear off my desk and feel a sense of accomplishment. Then I would sigh, my work for the day was done, heck, I might even have time to surf the internet, check my Facebook. At home, my work was never done. There was always a project, always someone needing me, always something else that could be done.
Ah nap time, when I must choose. Take a shower or clean the house? Mow the lawn or run on the treadmill...? Hardly what I envisioned. I thought I would run my house like my work office. Everything would be organized, we would stay on task. My kids would be Baby Gap model look alikes with freshly combed hair and clean faces . I would be that peppy fun mom, we'd make cookies and do art projects every day.
Then I realized I was that lady in Walmart. I was a sweatpants worshiper. I might even have a stain down my shirt, and my child was the one reaching out to strangers with an animal cracker stuck to his forehead. I now considered Walmart an "outing," and I enjoyed talking to anyone who might stop and chat, because frankly I'd been watching Baby Einstein all day.
To all the mothers I judged I owe you an apology. I never knew. I never knew how precious time would become. I never knew that frankly I wouldn't give a damn if my hair wasn't done and I smelled like sweet potatoes and desitin. I didn't give a damn because I was at home enjoying every moment with my son. I never knew that I would surrender my vanity to experience the pleasure of motherhood.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
leave your stop watch behind
Today I left my stop watch at home. I'll admit it, as I suited up for my run I saw it sitting there, calling out to me, longing to hold me to my standard mile time. But something inside me longed for the days when I didn't know what my average mile time was, and I ran to seek freedom.
These were the days when I used running as an escape. It was a way to hit cruise control in the mind and leave my worries in the fading distance as I traveled. It was simply me and the road woven together to provide a place to release. I never came away from a run with displeasure. I never looked down at my wrist and felt disappointment because I was slow that day. Running had become just another thing in my life in which I was expected to succeed and no one expected success except my worst critic...........ME.
Today I traveled down the road free of any expectations. I ran simply to clear the mind. Instead of consistently looking down, I looked at the road ahead and I focused on what was to come. I left my troubles there in the dirt. I restled with my inner thoughts and came to terms with all the issues that had been nagging me weighing me down. When I was done there was no little voice to tell me I could have been faster. Instead there was a voice of liberation, acceptance and peace.
So, my fellow runners, I must tell you it won't kill you to leave your watch at home for a day. I challenge you to leave you mile time behind and rediscover yourself. You might just find You like You, no matter how fast you run.
These were the days when I used running as an escape. It was a way to hit cruise control in the mind and leave my worries in the fading distance as I traveled. It was simply me and the road woven together to provide a place to release. I never came away from a run with displeasure. I never looked down at my wrist and felt disappointment because I was slow that day. Running had become just another thing in my life in which I was expected to succeed and no one expected success except my worst critic...........ME.
Today I traveled down the road free of any expectations. I ran simply to clear the mind. Instead of consistently looking down, I looked at the road ahead and I focused on what was to come. I left my troubles there in the dirt. I restled with my inner thoughts and came to terms with all the issues that had been nagging me weighing me down. When I was done there was no little voice to tell me I could have been faster. Instead there was a voice of liberation, acceptance and peace.
So, my fellow runners, I must tell you it won't kill you to leave your watch at home for a day. I challenge you to leave you mile time behind and rediscover yourself. You might just find You like You, no matter how fast you run.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Ode to the Single Mother
"I'm just so embarrassed, " she told me, her eyes welling up with tears. "You shouldn't be embarrased, you're beautiful, and you are going to have a beautiful baby girl," I told her. As if pregnancy wasn't hard enough, my heart went out to her. I know in this moment my friend was feeling the "Oh, so the dad isn't in the picture, huh?" comments. She was feeling all the pitty stares from the pretencious woman who claimed to have perfect lives and flawless husbands.
I began to think what it would be like to be pregnant without a husband and how I would dread being asked "Where is the father?" As a married woman I felt so alone when I was pregnant, I can't imagine what it would be like to stare down at your belly and feel abandonement radiating from with in. To feel the weight of responsibility and know you would be carrying it in solitude.
I looked at my friend and felt guilty for all the times I had complained about how hard it was being pregnant and how hard it was to have a baby. The truth is a married woman can learn a few things from the single mother. If I was single there would be no breaks, no hold him wile I pee, watch him while I shower, no can you put him to bed tonight I am tierd. I would be the only influence in my child's life. I would not only be a parent, I would be two.
I realized single mothers don't know their own stregnth. They are women who were often delt an unforseen circumstance and are making a choice to bring life into this world. So I told my friend what my mother told me when I was having one of those rough pregnant days. "Don't worry, once you have this baby, you'll never be alone......in this life, you'll never be alone again."
I began to think what it would be like to be pregnant without a husband and how I would dread being asked "Where is the father?" As a married woman I felt so alone when I was pregnant, I can't imagine what it would be like to stare down at your belly and feel abandonement radiating from with in. To feel the weight of responsibility and know you would be carrying it in solitude.
I looked at my friend and felt guilty for all the times I had complained about how hard it was being pregnant and how hard it was to have a baby. The truth is a married woman can learn a few things from the single mother. If I was single there would be no breaks, no hold him wile I pee, watch him while I shower, no can you put him to bed tonight I am tierd. I would be the only influence in my child's life. I would not only be a parent, I would be two.
I realized single mothers don't know their own stregnth. They are women who were often delt an unforseen circumstance and are making a choice to bring life into this world. So I told my friend what my mother told me when I was having one of those rough pregnant days. "Don't worry, once you have this baby, you'll never be alone......in this life, you'll never be alone again."
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Post Half Marathon Depression
So after the Half Marathon I am finding it hard to be inspired to:
a) get out and run in the heat
b) get out in run because my body hurts
c) get up and get motivated in the morning
I think I thought that I would feel great after the Half, truth is I feel a little low. I have this sense of..now what? All that build up and now it's over. I'm thinking I am allowed a little break, thinking I'm allowed to drink a glass of wine and sleep in a little :)
Supposed to be training for the Duathlon and I am dragging. I forgot what it is like to transition from the bike to the run. It's as if I have bricks tied to my feet. The race only includes a four mile run, but I have to train to run fast again. I think I am suffering from Post Half Marathon Depression............if there is such a condition.
a) get out and run in the heat
b) get out in run because my body hurts
c) get up and get motivated in the morning
I think I thought that I would feel great after the Half, truth is I feel a little low. I have this sense of..now what? All that build up and now it's over. I'm thinking I am allowed a little break, thinking I'm allowed to drink a glass of wine and sleep in a little :)
Supposed to be training for the Duathlon and I am dragging. I forgot what it is like to transition from the bike to the run. It's as if I have bricks tied to my feet. The race only includes a four mile run, but I have to train to run fast again. I think I am suffering from Post Half Marathon Depression............if there is such a condition.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Good Intentions
I have been blessed with several different types of friends in my life. Some who run and some who don't, not that this is in any way a determining factor of criteria of friendship. Some of my best friends are amazing women, some are mamas, some aren't. They are all beautiful individuls; and they all have inspired me to be a better person in so many diferent ways. I am even lucky eough to have a bond so deep that I would consider some of my friends sisters.
It has been brought to my attention that some of the things I have been writing in this Blog have unintentionally hurt others. This was never my plan, or my thought when I set out to write. My intention was to share my thoughts about running and to try and keep track of what was going on in my life. I thought I could keep it and one day when I was old, my husband might read it to me and I could have a small moment of "Remember When." I never meant to seperate myself from the friends I have who don't run or who aren't mamas.
I thought I might just write about my experiences as a runner and how it has changed since I have been a mom. I was scared I would never run again and I wanted to shed light to other women who had babies and let them know they could do the same. But now I will forever worry and wonder how or if what I am writing will hurt a third party, it will ALWAYS be in the back of my mind every time I hit the Publish Post Button.
It is with deep regret that I am retiring this blog for now.
It has been brought to my attention that some of the things I have been writing in this Blog have unintentionally hurt others. This was never my plan, or my thought when I set out to write. My intention was to share my thoughts about running and to try and keep track of what was going on in my life. I thought I could keep it and one day when I was old, my husband might read it to me and I could have a small moment of "Remember When." I never meant to seperate myself from the friends I have who don't run or who aren't mamas.
I thought I might just write about my experiences as a runner and how it has changed since I have been a mom. I was scared I would never run again and I wanted to shed light to other women who had babies and let them know they could do the same. But now I will forever worry and wonder how or if what I am writing will hurt a third party, it will ALWAYS be in the back of my mind every time I hit the Publish Post Button.
It is with deep regret that I am retiring this blog for now.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Why Running Mama's Need their Mamas, a tribute to Mother's Day.
"I think you are just really tired," my mom said to me. I thought to myself, no this half crazed state of mind I am in is not just being tired. I had just described to my mother that Brody was sick, he had been all week, and I swear he might be dying. Never mind the fact that I ran a half marathon this week, got the flu, worked, stayed up with Brody teething, stayed up with Brody and his multiple dirty diapers, got sick again, and then Brody got sick again 'Tired? Tired had never crossed my mind " No mom I'm not tired, I'm worried, and he could He might be dehydrated, getting worse, he needs more sleep, and my husband thinks I am crazy...........and uh...yeah ok I might be tired."
Running Mamas often tend to be the typical "A type," energizer bunny, everything needs to get done, heaven forbid I should have one second of time to just do NOTHING. We fill our busy schedules with errands, work, a good run, housework, and the list goes on. When we do take a moment the "i should really be......and I could be......... sets in. Most days life is just a balancing act and we often forget to take time out to heal. Heal the soul and the mind. When I get overwhelmed there is one person I can call and I know she will always listen.
Like a new mother who is in tune with her infants patterns, it's amazing after all this time my mother is still in tune with all my patterns. Somehow you can't hide anything from your mother, because they know, like it or not, they know. Because they know, you can always rely on them to keep you grounded, to tell you the truth and to comfort you. The love of a mother is unconditional, there are no expectations, and chances are sometimes you stare at yourself in the mirror and you can see her reflection starting back at you. It is amazing the older I get the more I realize..........I am just like her.
This is my first year as a mother. I have learned more then I ever have. My life has new meaning, new resonance. I have been given a gift and now I know how much my mom loves me. I knew before, but now I know what it is like to have a piece of you directly connected to your soul. This year I learned Running Mamas need their Mamas and now that I am a Mama, i realized I need her even more.
Running Mamas often tend to be the typical "A type," energizer bunny, everything needs to get done, heaven forbid I should have one second of time to just do NOTHING. We fill our busy schedules with errands, work, a good run, housework, and the list goes on. When we do take a moment the "i should really be......and I could be......... sets in. Most days life is just a balancing act and we often forget to take time out to heal. Heal the soul and the mind. When I get overwhelmed there is one person I can call and I know she will always listen.
Like a new mother who is in tune with her infants patterns, it's amazing after all this time my mother is still in tune with all my patterns. Somehow you can't hide anything from your mother, because they know, like it or not, they know. Because they know, you can always rely on them to keep you grounded, to tell you the truth and to comfort you. The love of a mother is unconditional, there are no expectations, and chances are sometimes you stare at yourself in the mirror and you can see her reflection starting back at you. It is amazing the older I get the more I realize..........I am just like her.
This is my first year as a mother. I have learned more then I ever have. My life has new meaning, new resonance. I have been given a gift and now I know how much my mom loves me. I knew before, but now I know what it is like to have a piece of you directly connected to your soul. This year I learned Running Mamas need their Mamas and now that I am a Mama, i realized I need her even more.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Why Running Mamas Need Other Running Mamas
"So how fast do you run, what are your times?" she asked me. I was dumbfounded, didn't really know the answer. I just got on the treadmill and ran and the next day I might try and run a little further. "Have you ever ran a race?" she proceeded to ask. "No," I answered and in my mind I never intended to. In my mind I wasn't good enough.
When I met Dianna she never made me feel less then her. Although she spouted off a lengthy resume of races she had accomplished, she wasn't a running snubber. You know the type, if you haven't run 16 marathons, don't know what a Garmin watch is, and your diet doesn't consist of GU, you are pond scum. Heaven forbid they should provide any bit of encouragement and share their knowledge. We have all met them. (another blog, one day.) Dianna was different, she exuded confidence, competitiveness and determination and it was contagious. I longed to be a part of it.
I had always run alone, it was my time to just zone out. I figured meeting with Dianna would be an occasional thing to change things up a bit. I immediately noticed a difference after just a few weeks. She taught me the basics, "You should only do one long run a week," and "Lets do sprints." Sprints? What the heck is a Sprint? She shared her stories of motherhood and how she became a better runner after she had her son. She told me about how she threw out her back trying to run to quickly after childbirth. I had entered a completely different world, one that included times, and distance. it was unfamiliar, yet challenging. Eventually she convinced me to do my first race. I crossed the finish line and I felt euphoria, and she had helped me, she had pushed me.
Meeting up with Dianna wasn't always about running. Although we got down to business, silently pounding the pavement until we reached our distance, we always took time to cool down, debrief, walk it out. "How's your job? When is the baby due? I'm just having an off day. I hate my husband. I hate my job. Is it ever going to stop snowing? Am I a bad mother for leaving him? Sometimes I just feel alone." I found myself needing this time, counting the hours until this time, and I never would have taken this time ALONE.
I have a lot of friends. Friends I have shared a lengthy history, but when it comes to running, i think some of my other friends might call me crazy. Lets face it running alone is boring and sometimes you need the motivation. Running Mamas are the types of friends you can call when it is 20 degrees outside and you need to get in a run and they will text you "where, what time, " instead of "you're crazy, it's freezing." These are the types of friends who will support you as you continue to run six months into your pregnancy. Running Mamas don't fear childbirth, they fear that they might not be running for a few months, and they fear they won't bounce back to their pre-prego mile time shape. I knew I could always count on Dianna to support my addiction to running, because we are both avid users.
And so one simple 5k with Dianna lead me to the Half marathon. "I don't know if I am going to make it, my ankle is acting up," Dianna told me just moments before the start. I felt my heart sink, although most of the time during a race we would break off into our own pace out of site, I knew she was out there. She was my silent cheerleader, and we were in this together. I hated the thought of running in a lonely sea of runners. " I'll know by mile four," she told me.
During the race we started out together then broke away to find our comfortable race pace. As I passed mile three and then fourIi began to wonder if my partner was out there? I began to struggle with in myself thinking it wouldn't be the same if she wasn't there to cross the finish line. Suddenly the course lead us through a round about where we would cross paths with the runners behind us. I knew if she was still going, I would see her. I looked, and I looked........and just when I was struck with discontent she was there. I felt a surge of relief and excitement. I was recharged with energy. It was at that moment I realized Running Mamas truly need other Running Mamas.
Although there are times I seek solitude on a good long run, the camaraderie I have found in my friendship has pushed me to accomplish things I never would have had I not met Dianna. It is in her acts of encouragement and determination that I find the need to encourage and inspire other Running Mamas to be the Running Mamas they never knew they could be.
~Thank you Dianna~
When I met Dianna she never made me feel less then her. Although she spouted off a lengthy resume of races she had accomplished, she wasn't a running snubber. You know the type, if you haven't run 16 marathons, don't know what a Garmin watch is, and your diet doesn't consist of GU, you are pond scum. Heaven forbid they should provide any bit of encouragement and share their knowledge. We have all met them. (another blog, one day.) Dianna was different, she exuded confidence, competitiveness and determination and it was contagious. I longed to be a part of it.
I had always run alone, it was my time to just zone out. I figured meeting with Dianna would be an occasional thing to change things up a bit. I immediately noticed a difference after just a few weeks. She taught me the basics, "You should only do one long run a week," and "Lets do sprints." Sprints? What the heck is a Sprint? She shared her stories of motherhood and how she became a better runner after she had her son. She told me about how she threw out her back trying to run to quickly after childbirth. I had entered a completely different world, one that included times, and distance. it was unfamiliar, yet challenging. Eventually she convinced me to do my first race. I crossed the finish line and I felt euphoria, and she had helped me, she had pushed me.
Meeting up with Dianna wasn't always about running. Although we got down to business, silently pounding the pavement until we reached our distance, we always took time to cool down, debrief, walk it out. "How's your job? When is the baby due? I'm just having an off day. I hate my husband. I hate my job. Is it ever going to stop snowing? Am I a bad mother for leaving him? Sometimes I just feel alone." I found myself needing this time, counting the hours until this time, and I never would have taken this time ALONE.
I have a lot of friends. Friends I have shared a lengthy history, but when it comes to running, i think some of my other friends might call me crazy. Lets face it running alone is boring and sometimes you need the motivation. Running Mamas are the types of friends you can call when it is 20 degrees outside and you need to get in a run and they will text you "where, what time, " instead of "you're crazy, it's freezing." These are the types of friends who will support you as you continue to run six months into your pregnancy. Running Mamas don't fear childbirth, they fear that they might not be running for a few months, and they fear they won't bounce back to their pre-prego mile time shape. I knew I could always count on Dianna to support my addiction to running, because we are both avid users.
And so one simple 5k with Dianna lead me to the Half marathon. "I don't know if I am going to make it, my ankle is acting up," Dianna told me just moments before the start. I felt my heart sink, although most of the time during a race we would break off into our own pace out of site, I knew she was out there. She was my silent cheerleader, and we were in this together. I hated the thought of running in a lonely sea of runners. " I'll know by mile four," she told me.
During the race we started out together then broke away to find our comfortable race pace. As I passed mile three and then fourIi began to wonder if my partner was out there? I began to struggle with in myself thinking it wouldn't be the same if she wasn't there to cross the finish line. Suddenly the course lead us through a round about where we would cross paths with the runners behind us. I knew if she was still going, I would see her. I looked, and I looked........and just when I was struck with discontent she was there. I felt a surge of relief and excitement. I was recharged with energy. It was at that moment I realized Running Mamas truly need other Running Mamas.
Although there are times I seek solitude on a good long run, the camaraderie I have found in my friendship has pushed me to accomplish things I never would have had I not met Dianna. It is in her acts of encouragement and determination that I find the need to encourage and inspire other Running Mamas to be the Running Mamas they never knew they could be.
~Thank you Dianna~
Thursday, April 30, 2009
US
Just another morning on the treadmill, my husband walks out the door for work. My headphones are on and I'm in the zone. He walks by and gives me the same wave I get everyday, and I wave back. It is the silent language we have come to know after the baby, and the stress oflife has seasoned our marriage.
As I run I think back to a time when a silent wave wasn't the norm. When we used to sit on our front porch after work, enjoy a glass of wine and discuss our day together. When time used to pass by so slowly and when the night came to a close intimacy was inevitable. When we used to laugh, cuddle and share the little moments of our day, anticipating the weekend. So when did we loose sight of those people and who had we become?
Somehow the strain of life slowly creeps in steals the passionate, innovative, adoring individuals you used to be. It's not that you aren't attracted to your spouse, or you don't desire them. It's just when you finally get that moment of solitude, where no one is crying, hungry, needing you.......a good book, a hot bath, and pure solitude is what you want more then anything. And so you both retreat to your silent moments of solitude basking in your own time.....alone.
You don't realize it right away because it happens slowly, and it happens to even the strongest of relationships. I can remember counting the days that it was okay to go with out being intimate with my husband. I had a magic number in my head and I knew as long as we didn't go past this number, in my mind we were "ok." Over time the number grew and I had to ask myself, am I okay with this number? Are we normal, what is normal, what is wrong with us, How do we get back to US???
It has been my experience that to become an US again you must escape, take a mini vacation, even for a day. When you come home every day, you pull in the driveway, and you walk through the door, you immediately take on the role of MOM. You can't escape it. The dishes need to be done, there is a stack of bills on the table, and your kids are needing you NOW! Because you are a responsible Running Mama you will not be able to escape your responsibilities and by the time you can even think about doing so, you are just too tierd to converse with yor husband and the silence continues.
So my husband and I took a night off, we escaped. It was amazing, once we were removed from our surroundings, we had no choice but to rediscover US. It wasn't anything fancy, it was just a night away, to escape from the role of mommy and daddy. Do this, you owe it to yourself and when your night away is over you will realize under that stack of bills, dirty dishes, diapers and the laundry........ there is always an US ............you just have to take time out to find it.
As I run I think back to a time when a silent wave wasn't the norm. When we used to sit on our front porch after work, enjoy a glass of wine and discuss our day together. When time used to pass by so slowly and when the night came to a close intimacy was inevitable. When we used to laugh, cuddle and share the little moments of our day, anticipating the weekend. So when did we loose sight of those people and who had we become?
Somehow the strain of life slowly creeps in steals the passionate, innovative, adoring individuals you used to be. It's not that you aren't attracted to your spouse, or you don't desire them. It's just when you finally get that moment of solitude, where no one is crying, hungry, needing you.......a good book, a hot bath, and pure solitude is what you want more then anything. And so you both retreat to your silent moments of solitude basking in your own time.....alone.
You don't realize it right away because it happens slowly, and it happens to even the strongest of relationships. I can remember counting the days that it was okay to go with out being intimate with my husband. I had a magic number in my head and I knew as long as we didn't go past this number, in my mind we were "ok." Over time the number grew and I had to ask myself, am I okay with this number? Are we normal, what is normal, what is wrong with us, How do we get back to US???
It has been my experience that to become an US again you must escape, take a mini vacation, even for a day. When you come home every day, you pull in the driveway, and you walk through the door, you immediately take on the role of MOM. You can't escape it. The dishes need to be done, there is a stack of bills on the table, and your kids are needing you NOW! Because you are a responsible Running Mama you will not be able to escape your responsibilities and by the time you can even think about doing so, you are just too tierd to converse with yor husband and the silence continues.
So my husband and I took a night off, we escaped. It was amazing, once we were removed from our surroundings, we had no choice but to rediscover US. It wasn't anything fancy, it was just a night away, to escape from the role of mommy and daddy. Do this, you owe it to yourself and when your night away is over you will realize under that stack of bills, dirty dishes, diapers and the laundry........ there is always an US ............you just have to take time out to find it.
Monday, April 27, 2009
ACCEPT
This weekend is the big race, the half marathon....am I nervous? Of course! I'm not nervous because I think I can't do it, I know I can, but like all other Fit Mamas I want to do it well, I want to secede.
I always thought that running was the one place where I could let go, and don't get me wrong it is, but there is still that part of me that wants to do it well. I keep telling myself just finish this race to finish, it's not about your time, but I realized I'm not afraid of finishing, I'm afraid of not finishing. Like any woman I am afraid to fail.
So I started to think when will I be satisfied? Isn't it enough that I have gotten this far? Why do we as women push and push to be the best wife, mom, friend, sister, PTA member, soccer coach, taxi driver, cook, Gardener, and athlete? When do we finally take a step back and say, "wow," look what I have accomplished, and look what did it take to get me here? When do we reach the point of self recognition and actually take credit for it? When do we accept the outcome!
Going into this race I have decided I need to refocus and look back on the history of what it took to get here. When I hit that steady pace and I am on mile six, needing inspiration, I need to remember why I stayed determined:
I always thought that running was the one place where I could let go, and don't get me wrong it is, but there is still that part of me that wants to do it well. I keep telling myself just finish this race to finish, it's not about your time, but I realized I'm not afraid of finishing, I'm afraid of not finishing. Like any woman I am afraid to fail.
So I started to think when will I be satisfied? Isn't it enough that I have gotten this far? Why do we as women push and push to be the best wife, mom, friend, sister, PTA member, soccer coach, taxi driver, cook, Gardener, and athlete? When do we finally take a step back and say, "wow," look what I have accomplished, and look what did it take to get me here? When do we reach the point of self recognition and actually take credit for it? When do we accept the outcome!
Going into this race I have decided I need to refocus and look back on the history of what it took to get here. When I hit that steady pace and I am on mile six, needing inspiration, I need to remember why I stayed determined:
- started out walking and pushing the stroller after Brody........still determined
- ran on treadmill while Brody was in the swing, sleep deprived, full of milk .....tired but still determined
- ran 5k 8 Weeks after Brody, saw his little face at the finish line.....determined to do better
- met with my running partner ran slower then pre-Brody time after time........still determined
- Up at 4:30 am on the treadmill running while Brody sleeps.........tired, but determined.
- ran 10k for the first time.......felt on top of the world..still determined
- ran another 10k........got first in my age group........INSPIRED TO RUN FARTHER!
So here I am. Everything I have trained for has lead me to this point, time away from Brody and Buddy. I am torn between panic and determination, excitement and fear, and anticipation and apprehension. Despite my mixed feelings, I know the time I have spent will only lead to success. Either way I am ready to take on the challenge of this run and the challenge accept the outcome.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Don't judge a girl by her playlist
Recently someone asked me to share my running playlists with them, and I was surprised to find that I was a little embarrassed to post a few of my favorites. So lets just say there is music on my running playlist that I would not be caught listening to otherwise. Lets face it running, especially long runs and training can get boring. The music I pick for my running playlists range from rap, 80's, country and just miscellaneous...are you kidding me tracks. The thing is it isn't always about the music, most of the tracks are about small moments in time that make me smile or take my for a trip down memory road.
There are a few songs that take me back to college where I would dance till the wee hours of the night, full of life and energy. There are a few artists such as Areosmith, who take me back to the music video era, where music videos were you and your friends would actually have to schedule Alicia Silverstone's next premier. Then there are just the classic running songs that get everyone going ACDC, DAFT PUNK, PINK, CAKE , you'll see them on every runner's playlist.
I guess I need to get over my embarrassment and just post a few of my favorites. Just know that for me these songs help me in several different ways. They represent recovering from a bad break-ups, cruising in the back of a pick-up in the summer time, over coming a challenge, how many stride per minute, keep your pace, don't quit now, climb, faster, slow down, I had a bad day, you're on the homestretch, leave it all behind, and believe in yourself.
Here are a few of my favorites.....remember.no judgements.enjoy!
1. I run to you - Lady Antebellum
2. Under Pressure- David Bowie and Queen
3. Run- Collective Soul
4. Brown Sugar- Rolling Stones
5. Bad Moon Rising- Credence Clearwater
6. Copperhead Road- Steve Earle
7. Little Bird-Annie Lennox
8. Nothin' Better to do LeAnn Rimes
9. Got Me Under Pressure-ZZ Top
10. SOS- Rihanna
11. Sweet Dreams-Eurythmics
12. Push it- Salt and Pepper
13. Take a Picture-Filter
14. Glamorous- Fergie
15. All Summer Long- Kid Rock
16. Thunderstruck-ACDC
17. Shoot to Thrill- ACDC
18.Red Neck Girl ( remix) The Bellamy Brothers
19. A Little Less Conversation- Elvis ( remix)
20. Ray of Light- Madonna
21. Rockstar - Nicleback
22. Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger- Daft Punk
23. Another One Bites the Dust- Queen
24. The Man Comes Around- Jonny Cash
25- Free and Easy Down the Road I go-Dierks Bently
26- The Distance-CAKE
27. The Climb- Miley Cyrus
28. Cotton eyed Jo-Rednex
29. Pour Some Sugar on Me- Def Leopard
30. The Long Way- Dixie Chicks
31. Suddenly I see -KT Tunstall
32. Ice Ice Baby- Vanilla Ice
33. Slim Shady- the real Slim Shady ( don't ask)
34. Jessie's Girl-Rick Springfiel
35. Barbie Girl ( Aqua) yes I know....but it has a good beat.
36. Intergalactic-Beastie Boys
37. Girls-Beastie Boys
38. California Love-2pac
39. Proud -Heather Small - makes me thing of Jillian Michaels
40. Pump it up-Elvis Costello
41. Eye of the Tiger -Rocky Soundtrack
There you have it :)
There are a few songs that take me back to college where I would dance till the wee hours of the night, full of life and energy. There are a few artists such as Areosmith, who take me back to the music video era, where music videos were you and your friends would actually have to schedule Alicia Silverstone's next premier. Then there are just the classic running songs that get everyone going ACDC, DAFT PUNK, PINK, CAKE , you'll see them on every runner's playlist.
I guess I need to get over my embarrassment and just post a few of my favorites. Just know that for me these songs help me in several different ways. They represent recovering from a bad break-ups, cruising in the back of a pick-up in the summer time, over coming a challenge, how many stride per minute, keep your pace, don't quit now, climb, faster, slow down, I had a bad day, you're on the homestretch, leave it all behind, and believe in yourself.
Here are a few of my favorites.....remember.no judgements.enjoy!
1. I run to you - Lady Antebellum
2. Under Pressure- David Bowie and Queen
3. Run- Collective Soul
4. Brown Sugar- Rolling Stones
5. Bad Moon Rising- Credence Clearwater
6. Copperhead Road- Steve Earle
7. Little Bird-Annie Lennox
8. Nothin' Better to do LeAnn Rimes
9. Got Me Under Pressure-ZZ Top
10. SOS- Rihanna
11. Sweet Dreams-Eurythmics
12. Push it- Salt and Pepper
13. Take a Picture-Filter
14. Glamorous- Fergie
15. All Summer Long- Kid Rock
16. Thunderstruck-ACDC
17. Shoot to Thrill- ACDC
18.Red Neck Girl ( remix) The Bellamy Brothers
19. A Little Less Conversation- Elvis ( remix)
20. Ray of Light- Madonna
21. Rockstar - Nicleback
22. Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger- Daft Punk
23. Another One Bites the Dust- Queen
24. The Man Comes Around- Jonny Cash
25- Free and Easy Down the Road I go-Dierks Bently
26- The Distance-CAKE
27. The Climb- Miley Cyrus
28. Cotton eyed Jo-Rednex
29. Pour Some Sugar on Me- Def Leopard
30. The Long Way- Dixie Chicks
31. Suddenly I see -KT Tunstall
32. Ice Ice Baby- Vanilla Ice
33. Slim Shady- the real Slim Shady ( don't ask)
34. Jessie's Girl-Rick Springfiel
35. Barbie Girl ( Aqua) yes I know....but it has a good beat.
36. Intergalactic-Beastie Boys
37. Girls-Beastie Boys
38. California Love-2pac
39. Proud -Heather Small - makes me thing of Jillian Michaels
40. Pump it up-Elvis Costello
41. Eye of the Tiger -Rocky Soundtrack
There you have it :)
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Whole Wheat Sugar Free Carrot Cake
1/2 cup Honey
1/2 Cup Splenda
1/2 cup canola oil
2 eggs or two egg whites and one egg if you prefer
1/2 tsp. salt
1 tsp. of cinnamon
1 cup whole wheat flour
1 Cup grated carrots
1/4 cup chopped walnuts
3/4 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. baking powder
1 can (8 oz.) of crushed pineapple ( UNSWEETENED)
Mix together all wet ingredients and then all dry. Put wet in a mixer and slowly add dry while mixing slowly. Pour into greased pan and cook at 350 for 40 minutes or longer ( until toothpick comes out clean. )
Frosting
After cake cools frost cake
1 package of 1/3 less fat cream cheese
1 (8 oz.) container of sugar free- low fat whipped topping ( cool whip)
1/3 cup splenda
1 tsp. vanilla
Mix all together in mixer and frost cake!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
FIT MAMAS
Today I am in the suburbs visiting the folks. Usually I love to run here where the air isn't so thin and there is actually dew on the ground. I live in a desert climate where I am constantly gasping for air while I train. Today I was with out a sitter, so I had to once again pound the treadmill...ugggg. Little did I know the scenery I would uncover at the local 24 Hour Fitness, just scenery of a different kind.
Now I live out in the country, small town where you go to the local gym and you are lucky to find a treadmill that works or doesn't have a hole in it. I figured I had better inspect the child care facility prior to blindly dropping off my 8 month old son. I walked into the pristine palace and realized this there was clearly no need to worry. I mean this place actually had those little spray bottles you use to wipe down the exercise equipment post work out... and people were using them. The child care room was just short of a McDonalds play area, only more magnificent and clean. I plopped Brody down and watched him scoot away grabbing for the nearest toy. I knew he would have no troubles.
I scoped out the treadmills and tried to get myself phyched for a six miler. As I began picking up my pace I took in the scenery. I wasn't the only mom there by any means, but suddenly I began to feel like I was a part of that famous sesame street tune "One of these things is not like the other," I began to notice all the other moms dressed in strategically planned work out get-up, full make-up and you could actually see the definition in there arms, legs and booty. My idea of gym attire is a ratty old race shirt, shorts and an old sports bra that more then likely should have been replaced a year ago ( possibly why my boos aren't as perky as theirs either.)
I began to realize how much work it must be just to stay that thin, that defined, that beautiful. Running for me is a place to let go, it's the challenge, it's beating my last time, it's struggling with mind over matter during that last mile. I began to wonder what going to the gym was about for these mom's and I came to one conclusion, it's about the pressure's of being beautiful. I call these women "Fit Mamas."
Fit Mamas are different from Running Mamas. You will always see them in the suburbs, and you start looking for Ken because you are staring at an exact replica of Barbie. They strive to be fit because for them it's about how many hours they logged at the gym that week, and now I can fit into my size two pants ONE week after giving birth. It's not about the sense of accomplishment or the desire to be an athlete. "Fit Mamas," are the true housewives of America and I was in their territory.
Now I have no problem with "Fit Mamas," usually they take one look at me notice I didn't get the memo it was hot pink sports bra day and they leave me be. After my run I picked up Brody from the day care where he was laughing and playing with one of the Fit Mama's children. I looked at Brody with his rugged little camo pants and worn in Robeez and then I looked at the Fit Mam's child with her brand new pink pants and freshly combed hair. Immediately the Sesame street song stated to play in my head once again.
We were off to the market to pick up a few necessities and I noticed there were several Fit Mamas in the Market doing the same. Brody and I cased the isles for baby food and I gave Brody a plastic grocery bag to play with. He squealed with excitement and waved it around as it made a crinkling noise.
I found the baby food and turned my back to Brody to grab a jar, and I felt the Fit Mama's disapproving glare burn into the back of my head. I turned to find a Fit Mama staring at me, bright eyed and in disbelief. Her child was well dressed, slightly older then Brody and had his hands were engulfed her her Coach Diaper Bag. "Are you going to let him swallow that?" she asked me pointing to the plastic bag my son had now started to suck on. She glared at me, not only for thinking I was the worst mother in the world, but my hair was matted to the side of my face from sweat, my nails were rough and unpolished, and Brody may have even had a touch of leftover lunch on his shirt. I could tell she was reliving the nightmare she had read in one of her Parent's Magazines, "Child dies after swallowing grocery bag."
This was the moment where I knew I would forever be a Running Mama because I choose to let my child take a chance, and his hair isn't always combed or just right, I think he might have even ingested a few pieces of kibble a time or two. But because he'll learn to take chances and experience life, my hope is that his road to run will be that much more interesting. He will have life experiences, real ones, and hopefully he won't have to worry about the superficial pressures in life. I stared back at the Fit Mama and replied with a non chalet flip of my hand, "Yes I am, don't worry he swallows entire grocery bags all the time," and even thought I ran six miles that day I felt like I had accomplished so much more.
Monday, April 6, 2009
My 10K victory...I never would have guessed!
My fist 10k run was nothing to write home to mom about. I was planning to do the 5k and in the car on the way there, I decided to do the 10k instead. I had run 4 miles the weekend before and thought what is two more miles? I had my running partner with me and knew I could keep up with her pace, so I did my first 10k on a whim and finished.
I decided I would train for my next 10k, try and beat my last time. Brody is getting older now, so I can actually do a long run on the treadmill while he naps. Sometimes I even stick him in the bouncy chair while I run, this way we can talk and have a conversation. In my mind I envision him thinking, " go mom, go," when really he is thinking, "What the heck is my mom doing?" Doesn't matter to me, he is my moral support, infant and all.
Race Day came up on me faster then I had planned, but this time I felt ready. I did look at the course and realized there were more hills then my last race, and it was a trail run, so the odds of beating my prior 10k time, wasn't looking good. At any rate, I was excited and had the classic race day jitters. I figured it was just another stab at proving myself as a runner, and knowing I was capable of more then just the 5k.
That morning I awoke to find a little note by the coffee pot "Good luck, sweetie, love you," I smiled. Then went through the standard series of events:
Feed Brody, kiss him goodbye, grab sunscreen, grab hat, grab i-pod, drink a cup of coffee, drink water, use restroom, grab checkbook, lace-up, feel guilty for leaving Brody, thank good he has great grandparents who love to babysit, drink more coffee.........Time to go.
I peeked at the course a little, praying there wasn't a steep hill right off the bat. Lined up at the start line and then it was START TIME. I started off the run with a great pace. I felt good, and the first hill didn't even bother me, even though it was steep. I babied the downhill part of the course, due to my knees, but it was around mile 4 when things got a little painful.
I had read about people having to use the restroom during a race, but fortunately this had never happened to me, even while I was training. Suddenly, I heard my tummy gurglgle and twinge of panic started. I needed to go, and I needed to go bad. As I was traveling down the dusty trail, every rock I hit jarred my belly. I looked to my right to see if I could duck off the road with out getting too noticed, but there was nothing but a steep climb, which would surely be miserable. To my left was an open meadow and there was just no way.
The last two miles were not what I would call my fondest race memory. I kept looking for the mile markers that just weren't coming fast enough. I even slowed my pace a little, it was mind over matter at this point and the sooner I made it to the finish line, the sooner I could use the restroom. I crossed the finish line avoiding disaster, but only by a small margin :)
I arrived at home to tell my hubby that I didn't do so well, and I told him why. Of course to him everyone else this situation is comical and looking back it is comical to me too.................at the time it wasn't so comical.
Looked up my time this morning, got first in my age group, even with my unfortunate condition. Was it miserable? ..............yes! Will I do it again?...............you bet! It's on to train for the 10k in May!
I decided I would train for my next 10k, try and beat my last time. Brody is getting older now, so I can actually do a long run on the treadmill while he naps. Sometimes I even stick him in the bouncy chair while I run, this way we can talk and have a conversation. In my mind I envision him thinking, " go mom, go," when really he is thinking, "What the heck is my mom doing?" Doesn't matter to me, he is my moral support, infant and all.
Race Day came up on me faster then I had planned, but this time I felt ready. I did look at the course and realized there were more hills then my last race, and it was a trail run, so the odds of beating my prior 10k time, wasn't looking good. At any rate, I was excited and had the classic race day jitters. I figured it was just another stab at proving myself as a runner, and knowing I was capable of more then just the 5k.
That morning I awoke to find a little note by the coffee pot "Good luck, sweetie, love you," I smiled. Then went through the standard series of events:
Feed Brody, kiss him goodbye, grab sunscreen, grab hat, grab i-pod, drink a cup of coffee, drink water, use restroom, grab checkbook, lace-up, feel guilty for leaving Brody, thank good he has great grandparents who love to babysit, drink more coffee.........Time to go.
I peeked at the course a little, praying there wasn't a steep hill right off the bat. Lined up at the start line and then it was START TIME. I started off the run with a great pace. I felt good, and the first hill didn't even bother me, even though it was steep. I babied the downhill part of the course, due to my knees, but it was around mile 4 when things got a little painful.
I had read about people having to use the restroom during a race, but fortunately this had never happened to me, even while I was training. Suddenly, I heard my tummy gurglgle and twinge of panic started. I needed to go, and I needed to go bad. As I was traveling down the dusty trail, every rock I hit jarred my belly. I looked to my right to see if I could duck off the road with out getting too noticed, but there was nothing but a steep climb, which would surely be miserable. To my left was an open meadow and there was just no way.
The last two miles were not what I would call my fondest race memory. I kept looking for the mile markers that just weren't coming fast enough. I even slowed my pace a little, it was mind over matter at this point and the sooner I made it to the finish line, the sooner I could use the restroom. I crossed the finish line avoiding disaster, but only by a small margin :)
I arrived at home to tell my hubby that I didn't do so well, and I told him why. Of course to him everyone else this situation is comical and looking back it is comical to me too.................at the time it wasn't so comical.
Looked up my time this morning, got first in my age group, even with my unfortunate condition. Was it miserable? ..............yes! Will I do it again?...............you bet! It's on to train for the 10k in May!
Before Brody
I signed up for my first 5k because I wanted to just do it, just to say I had. I knew from high school track that running took a gene I didn't have. I fell in love with the whole race atmosphere. What is not to love about a race? There are fit, fun, positive people, free bagels, and this happy euphoric energy you can't explain. I couldn’t wait to sign up for another race right away.
Before I had Brody finding time to train was easy. Like any other woman with out children I could come and go as I pleased. I could even fit a run in before and after work. It wasn’t really something I had to schedule.
Then I got pregnant, and I watched the horrific look on several peoples faces as I ran through six months of my pregnancy. My biggest fear wasn’t child birth, but not being able to run for another three months. How long would it take me to get back where I was, if I ever did, or could? After I was too big to run I bought every work out DVD for PREGOS known and I walked.
Then came Brody. Brody has forever changed my life in ways all mothers don’t know are possible until you have a child. I struggled the first three months, battling with fatigue and loose joints, breastfeeding. I craved getting back in the game. My motherly guilt set in every time I left Brody to go on a run. What a terrible mother I am for leaving my baby and for wanting to escape motherhood only after three months.
Then I realized, running made me a better mom. Cruising down the road, ipod in hand gave me peace. It gave me that time to re-group, think about my upcoming goals and make conscious decisions to accomplish them. When I got home there was never a time where I wasn’t happy to see my Brody.
I ran my first 5k seven weeks after Brody was born. Looking back this might have been a little too soon, but it gave me the confidence to know that I could do it again. I am now challenging myself to all new levels, and I am actually a better runner now then before I had Brody. I realized running is just like life, you do what you think you can’t. I hope I will inspire other moms to know they can run again and to believe in the beauty of themselves.
Before I had Brody finding time to train was easy. Like any other woman with out children I could come and go as I pleased. I could even fit a run in before and after work. It wasn’t really something I had to schedule.
Then I got pregnant, and I watched the horrific look on several peoples faces as I ran through six months of my pregnancy. My biggest fear wasn’t child birth, but not being able to run for another three months. How long would it take me to get back where I was, if I ever did, or could? After I was too big to run I bought every work out DVD for PREGOS known and I walked.
Then came Brody. Brody has forever changed my life in ways all mothers don’t know are possible until you have a child. I struggled the first three months, battling with fatigue and loose joints, breastfeeding. I craved getting back in the game. My motherly guilt set in every time I left Brody to go on a run. What a terrible mother I am for leaving my baby and for wanting to escape motherhood only after three months.
Then I realized, running made me a better mom. Cruising down the road, ipod in hand gave me peace. It gave me that time to re-group, think about my upcoming goals and make conscious decisions to accomplish them. When I got home there was never a time where I wasn’t happy to see my Brody.
I ran my first 5k seven weeks after Brody was born. Looking back this might have been a little too soon, but it gave me the confidence to know that I could do it again. I am now challenging myself to all new levels, and I am actually a better runner now then before I had Brody. I realized running is just like life, you do what you think you can’t. I hope I will inspire other moms to know they can run again and to believe in the beauty of themselves.
Why I decided to start a blog
These are the tales of a mom who though she would never be able to run like she used to after giving birth. I want to be able to run around the living room and chase my children with confidence. I want to live a long life and see them grow. Even if it means I run at 4:30 am on my treadmill and the whole world thinks I am crazy. I want other women to know they can set a goal for themselves, make time for themselves and still be a great mom!
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