And I’m pretty sure it’s a written law of the Universe that if you take your eyes off of your weeble-wobble toddler for a mere 2 full seconds at the playground, he or she will inevitably scale the 15 foot play structure in record speed and dangle over some dangerous edge with a wild giggle, oblivious to the impending doom of broken bones and ER visits (that rubber ground doesn’t fool me!)
Motherhood. It always, always, always keeps you on your toes.
Just when you think the baby is past the phase of shoving inedible objects in his mouth, he eats a blue crayon (that was a fun diaper!)
When you thought the preschooler wasn’t listening when you accidentally let a curse word slip on the phone, he surprises you one day with a real gem : “Thanks for building my new bookshelf daddy, it looks like sh*t!!”
Running moms are not immune to the chaos of motherhood.
Even if your kids have been sleeping through the night for weeks, months, or even years now, chances are pretty good that someone will be teething, having nightmares, or just plain refusing to sleep the night before an important long run or race.
And now, it brings me to my current, umm, “situation”. One month away from my youngest’s 2nd birthday, I figured I’d be far from the joys (I use that term sarcastically) of pregnancy and childbirth’s effects on my body. Hahahahaha, jokes on me! There are so, so many things experienced moms just seem to “forget” to tell moms-to-be about what could happen to their bodies while attempting to grow and birth a new human being. And I’m not just talking about shrunken boobs, saggy stomach skin and stretch marks. Oh no, it gets far worse. There is leaking where you never expected leaking, stitches where there should never be stitches. And this week, 2 freaking years later, I am for the first time since the last kid was born, suffering from the flare up of something I always thought (before kids) was reserved for the 65 and older crowd, but instead, I earned as a “badge of honor” for birthing my sons.
Good times, good times. And if you haven’t figured it out , well, I’m not spelling it out for you. I can talk anatomy and physiology until the cows come home, but a few things still make me cheeks turn red!
And anyway, just three days into my 6 week half marathon training plan, I have been rendered temporarily unrunable. And the thought of sitting on a bike seat, hahahaha, NOT going to happen. I can’t help but roll my eyes, laugh, and say “you kids OWE me” for the millionth time (and they aren’t even in elementary school yet!).
I honestly never thought I’d blog about this, haha. But it is the reality I face as a running mom. It’s not always pretty. It’s certainly not easy. But at the end of the day, it’s far more rewarding.
So, here’s to us, running moms.
For every time we soaked through both sports bras at once, and hoped the people at the gym just thought we were working extra hard and got extra sweaty….in our chest area. You know what I’m talking about.
For every time we sacrificed that extra hour (out of 4 non consecutive) of sleep to get a training run in, or got on the treadmill during nap time when what we REALLY wanted to do was sit on the couch with our good friends Ben, Jerry, and Judge Judy.
For knowing we may no longer have a super model stomach, but we have legs that can run for miles and arms that can comfort our children for lifetimes.
For teaching our children about commitment, hard work, health, fitness, and following your dreams in the best way possible: leading by example.
Yes, I will take my forced few days off in stride. It may be a pain in the butt (ha!) but I’ll tell you what, these boys are so worth it…