One of the most important reasons for me to run is the feeling it gives me. Although motherhood comes with its own rewards, the end result, a well adjusted adult, will only be visible eighteen years down the line.
As it's impossible to run the New York Marathon on a day's notice, it's equally impossible to pick the fruits of your work as a mom on a day's notice. Both endeavors require your continuing personal investing. And did I mention you have to invest?
So on the days when the children behave like, well little children, and I'm wondering if I'm doing a good enough job, when the current results are disappointing and the future is uncertain, running gives me instant confirmation and a reward for a run well don.
While I'm running I think to myself: 'See me run! While other people are sitting at home, I'm running all over mother earth. I'm doing it! I'm interesting, I'm hanging in there, even though I would like to sit down, I don't. See me go!'
For a few moments I'm not a struggling mom, I'm a runner. And when I get home, I'm pleasantly tired and I know who I am again. I no longer feel like Bill Murray in Groundhog day.
Running is like a friend, who's alway there for me. I only have to go see him!