It's a slippery slope. When is it okay to miss a run, and when is my inner lazybones plotting a hostile take-over?
For weeks the kids had been coughing and spraying bacteria left and right, and it was only a matter of time before the bacteria got me, even though I tried to outrun them. Once they caught up with me they made me miss two of my weekly runs, because I réally didn't feel up to it.
But as the week progressed I began to feel more and more nervous about missing not only one run, but two! What if I was on the slippery slope to no longer being a runner? And if I was no longer a runner, what was I? Only a mother?
This is where running is really different from motherhood. The slope of motherhood is sticky like superglue, and you don't have to worry you'll slide off. Not only that: it's impossible to get off thát particular slope. Once you're a mom, you're a mom for life.
Being a runner is more of a conscious decision, a choice you have to make time and time again.
So yesterday I decided once again, I really am a runner too. I ran twenty minutes and then did fartlek for ten minutes.
It wasn't my longest run, nor my fastest but at least it was a run.
I am a mom and a runner once again.