I noticed it immediately when I ran out the door this morning: I was light footed! Instead of my usual slogging across the street, my steps were light and airy. What a wonderful feeling!
I almost couldn't believe my luck, and it made me realize that most of my runs are quite hard work. With my mind egging my body on: 'Go on then, lazybones! You can do it!' and my body angrily going: 'Yeah, yeah, hold your horses. I'm doing it, aren't I, but I don't have to like it!'
But now my body was enthusiastically carrying me along, and I almost felt as if I had to reign it in a little. After all I had many miles to go before I could sleep.
Why can't motherhood be like that? Sometimes I find it hard going indeed, especially now, after weeks and weeks off summer vacation.
But today's run has given me hope!
If it can happen during a run, it can happen during parenting.