I’ve been running off and on for a few years now. I would never call myself a runner. I’m not very good at it, in fact some days I’m awful at it. And most days I have to drag myself out of bed to do it, but when I’m finished I’m instantly glad that I did. The other morning I was working my way through mile number 2 and it wasn’t going so well. And I thought to myself,that even though it wasn’t going well, I could keep going. Many days are like that and not just in running but also in motherhood.
You are not always built for it.
I don’t have long legs, I’m slow and my body is anything but a runners. But I still get up and do it. I push those short legs,to run what they can, in a way that they can. I’m not built for parenting either. I don’t have tons of patience, I’m prone to liking a lot of time to myself, and too much chaos tends to overwhelm me. But every day I get up and I parent to the best of my ability. I find extra patience when I thought I had none left. I learn to breath when I need too. I take a break when I can. I push through till bedtime. And at the end of the day I realize that I still enjoyed it.
I never thought that I would like running or that I would learn something from it. Mostly I like that getting up and out the door early in the morning is a huge stress reliever for me. I’m a much better mom when I start my day before my son starts it for me. It’s a time of day for me to clear my head and that really does go a long way to making me a better Mom.