At high school I used to be that girl that always came in last during a run. I hated running: it made me sweat, blood rushed to my cheeks and made me look like a bright tomato. If there had been a t-shirt saying 'Running is stupid', I would have been proud to wear it!
But then, when I'd just given birth to my fourth child, a friend told me how she ran around the park whenever she got the chance. She described runs around lakes, passing ducks en birds and just thinking to herself: 'Isn't life great?!' 'And', she added, 'running calms me right down!'
In spite of my antipathy for running my interest was piqued, because in my busy schedule as a mom of four, I was always looking for some calm in the storm. I found a training schedule for beginning runners, and for a week I huffed and puffed myself through a walk. I carried my little son with me in a sling. After a week I hardly huffed and puffed anymore and got to run for 1 minute at a time!
The schedule gave me something to hold on to. Slowly but surely I could last longer distances and after about five months I reached my goal: to be able to run for half an hour. I was so proud of myself! Look at me, the girl who used to finish last!
Running does give me calmth, just as my friend promised. It gives me a sense of balance and a sense of accomplisment. It's hard to feel down after an hour of running, believe me I've tried. And getting my figure back quite easily was a nice bonus!
This blog is for all moms out there who are looking for some peace of mind, health and satisfaction.