I put my name in the lottery for the ING New York Marathon for 3 years in a row, so this year was my 4th so I was automatically given a spot. Fast forward a few months, and I clicked on the button to postpone my spot until 2012. It was the right decision, too many stresses/changes/cases of pneumonia to do it all, but I can't help but feel that I've let myself down. I started the year so motivated. What the hell happened?
It's such a cliche that moms need to spend time taking care of themselves, not put themselves last, blah blah blah, but that can be easier said than done. My life is no harder than anyone else's, but it's my life, and it is hard to me to do everything. Including running on top of everything else.
I feel so good when I run, even when I think I might throw-up. It is the only time I can be all alone, without looking at the piles of laundry, the dirty carpet, the kitchen that could be cleaner, the kids clothes that are just about out-grown, or the mountains of work that I need to do for my own business. It is the only time I feel relaxed and not stressed. OK, now that I've reminded myself of that, I am going to drop J off at the birthday party and go running. I'm lucky that it's a sunny and relatively warm day here in Michigan, and I can run in the town where the party is instead of the same old route.