I’ve decided to stop my belly dance lessons and instead go for a run on Tuesday mornings. This will free up my evenings.
I did enjoy the belly dancing lessons until our teacher told us to ‘do whatever you want!’ There I stood like a terrified bunny in the glare of oncoming traffic with absolutely no idea what to do. While all around me people were dancing their hearts out, I could think of only one thing: ‘When are we finished?’ Obviously I’m not cut out for a career as a belly dancer.
I prefer the solitude of a long run, where I actually líke to do whatever I want. Should I go to the right, or to the left? Shall I go urban or rural?
This morning I went both, and ran a 10 miler.
And now you can just call me mellow mom, because I’m all serene and everything. Falling cups? I don’t mind.
Muddy footsteps on my kitchen floor? I shrug it off.
Cereal on the ceiling? I just smile.
There’s nothing like a ten miler to give me a feeling of peace and tranquility.
Or feeling too tired to talk or walk or care anymore.