Mom's Home Run

... for one thing, there's always your shadow.

I much admire runners who run without music, and only their thoughts to keep them company. I feel they must be very interesting people to be able to run for miles on end with just themselves.

Doesn't running with music really mean you bore yourself to tears, and need the distraction? What does it say about me that I find my runs mind numbingly boring when it's just me, and no country and western songs telling me stories?

So I've decided to quit and go cold turkey: no music for me for at least a while. I'll force myself to keep my own company and see where it leads me.

Who knows, I might turn out to be really interesting after all.

Body talk

This morning my eldest daughter came home from a field trip and I had to go and pick her up, thereby missing my yoga/pilatus class.

I tried to be all Zen about it, telling myself: 'It is, what it is'.' But as the morning progressed I began to feel really antsy. I felt like an addict looking for my next fix. So I surfed the internet looking for a yogaclass somewhere, anywhere! Finally I found one and I hurried down there, only to be told that this week there was no yoga.
'This is a great learning opportunity for me, this is a great learning opportunity,' I told myself through gritted teeth.

I got home with all this pent up energy and no where to put it. I decided there was only one thing for it: I had to go for a run.
So I put on my shoes and running clothes and raced out the door. I only had time for thirty minutes but it made me feel so much better.

Now I actually féél zen.

But as I was running I was thinking how sometimes I hardly recognize myself. Who is this woman who craves movement? What happened to the couch potato?

This change in me still surprises me. I guess because in my mind I'm still that couch potato.
It's my body that's telling me otherwise.