I'm one of them now...

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.

I'm one of them now...

In high school I was always that girl that came in last during running practice. When we ran through the parc I used every bush as an opportunity to walk instead of running. I despised running: it made me hot, it made me sweat and it made my head look like a very ripe tomato. It there'd been a t-shirt saying: 'Running sucks' I would have been proud to wear it.

Runners were strange and mysterious people who didn't use a red light to take a break but continued to run in place. I could only shake my head in wonderment at such stupidity.

But after the birth of my son Ot, a friend who came to see me told me about her daily runs. She described running through parks, passing ducks in ponds on the way, feeling the sun on her face and thinking to herself: 'Isn't life great'. 'And,' she told me 'running gives me peace of mind.'

Despite my hate for running my interest was piqued, because in my busy life as a mom of five I was always looking for peace of mind. Could it be true that all I had to do to find it was to run out the door? I found a schedule for beginning runners on the internet, and for a week I took a daily walk for half an hour. I carried my son Ot with me in a baby sling. After a week I was allowed to run 1 minute!

The schedule gave me something to hold on to, and made me continue my runs. Slowly but surely I could last longer and finally I reached my goal: to run for half an hour. I was so proud of myself! Look at me! The girl that was so bad at running at school.

Running does indeed give me peace of mind, just as my friend promised. It provides me with a sense of balance and satisfaction. It's hard to feel down, after a thirty minute run, and believe me: I've tried. And getting my figure back was a nice bonus. It's always nice to tell people I have five children and see the surprise in their eyes.

This blog is for all those moms looking for some peace and balance in their life.