I don't know for sure how parents with more than four widely spaced children do it. We have been to a program and/or event every night for more than a week and we have one more to go to tonight. I am running out of energy and "competent mom" outfits. (Don't pretend you don't know what I mean.)
I am burning the candle at both ends so seriously that I ran too far today. Normally I check, check and recheck my route for the day. For some reason I didn't today. I got out there and was running away like a tough girl in the raging wind. I swallowed a bug and another one flew into my eye. Shortly after the bug swallowing incident, I started to think, "This seems pretty far." I was supposed to run 2.75 miles. I checked my GPS thing and I'd gone 1.64 miles. I'm not great at math -- especially after I've swallowed a bug -- but I realized that when I got home I would have run over three miles. I never over run. Sometimes when I get back from run, I won't have gone quite far enough, so I run around the parking lot across the street until I get the right distance.
I didn't know if I should be proud of myself or disgusted that I'd wasted miles I did not need. The fact that I even had that argument with myself just proves how far I've come.
This weekend Brent took me to a sporting goods store, so I could shop for sporting goods. Friends and loved ones, I have never been to a sporting goods store with a purpose in my life. It was time to retire the old yoga and group aerobics clothes and figure out what runners wear.
A young tiny salesperson came over and asked how I was doing. I looked at her helplessly.
"Well," I said. "I'm about 10 weeks into running and I need to move into some more serious running clothes. I don't think the world is ready to see my thighs, though. What do you have for the middle aged mommy?"
She looked at me and smiled. "You're a runner," she said. "They are supposed to see your thighs. Other serious runners aren't looking and anyone else has no right to criticize."
I wanted to hug her, but that seemed inappropriate.
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