Today a wonderful thing happened. My mother-in-law came over to watch the bug so I could get things done. I was able to eat lunch in peace. I was able to work for a solid 2 hours without having the kid constantly sobbing, “Mama! Up!”, while wrapped around my knee.
Most importantly, I was able to go for a run, in the middle of the day.
As I ran, I debated whether I should do my usual 2 miler – the acceptable range when you are trying to leave your husband alone with a cranky kid for the shortest time possible. I had the heady realization that a 3 miler was possible.
It was glorious.
The sun was shining at 3 pm as I shared the dirt track with walking senior retirees. I was able to run the loop all the way around, and then instead of veering off towards home, reverse direction and run the loop backwards. This is one of my favorite ways to run. I hate, HATE feeling like I am some hamster, looping it up on some dumb wheel. So the best compromise for a small 1-mile track is to go the other way. You see different things, and that steep uphill with a long, breezy downhill is morphed into a slow, trudging uphill, with a knee-jarring downward shock.
I thought about nothing important. I reflected on things like my poor running shoes, the identical little soles which were retired by New Balance many years ago. At the time, I flipped out and bought every 717 style shoe in my size from every New Balance store within a 50 mile radius. Now, 7 years later, I wish I had gone for a larger radius.
I hit a mini wall when I was 3 tenths away from my 3 mile mark. I guess that happens when you haven’t run 3 miles in about 2 years. It felt good to struggle a little.
We have a new treadmill on its way. I’m so excited. We got rid of our behemoth of a treadmill when we moved, and we have been treadmill-free for almost a year. You can’t beat a treadmill for convenience. I expect many more 3+ milers in the future.
For now, I’m happy with today’s accomplishment. And God bless my mother-in-law.