On the RunJune 21, 2010 at 5:00 am | Posted in Bun, Giggles, Lollipop, Running | 37 Comments
Tags: Balance, Challenges, Children, Exercise, Kids, Multitasking, Music, Running, Siblings
Daddy is on his way home from work, ready to take Lollipop and Giggles to the pool. I’m slathering sunscreen on my fair-skinned daughter, Giggles is throwing pillows off the couch and stomping on them, Bun is screaming in his vibrating chair because his pacifier fell out for the 34th time, and I can’t replace it because I’m up to my elbows in sunscreen. I want to run.
It’s nap time. Lollipop is playing in the bathroom going potty and yelling for help because she has soap all over her hands and can’t turn the faucet off, Giggles is wailing in his crib because he pooped in his diaper and then stuck his hand in to see what would happen, and Bun is in his baby recliner growling and gnashing his gums like a fasting lion. I want to run.
We’re headed home from preschool. Giggles is pulling on the mesh divider separating the backseat from the dog/cargo area, Lollipop is loudly and insistently demanding I do something, anything, to stop him now. He swipes Bun’s burp cloth and hurls it across the backseat at Lollipop, who yells even more loudly and insistently. Trapped in the middle, Bun waves his chubby arms spastically and sputters his displeasure. I want to run.
Chris Brown’s “Forever” comes on the radio. I crank it up, just for a few stanzas, to drown out the fighting and yelling and sputtering. I haven’t heard this song in exactly 245 days.
On the Sidelines
Exactly 245 days ago, it carried me through the last half mile of my first half-marathon, drowning out my screaming quads and the raindrops beating down on my visor. I crossed the finish line two minutes ahead of my goal time. And 11 weeks pregnant.
I haven’t run since. Oh, how I want to. Need to.
My iScape Plan
I don’t want to run away, not for good. Just for thirty minutes. I want to lace up my Asics, crank up the Chris Brown on my iPod, and just go.
I want to take my mind to a place where it’s not thinking about how to get poop out from under fingernails or how long is too long to use the same bottle-washing brush. Where it’s not thinking about anything except where to turn left and what verse comes next.
Hot Mom in the City
I know it will be achingly hot. I know my lungs will burn after just a few minutes. I know my leg muscles, what’s left of them, will beg for me to stop. I know it won’t be easy.
But I’ll be out there. Just running. Running away from tantrums and toddlers and too much laundry. Halfway through, the gloom will lift, the endorphins will flow. I’ll round the corner and run home. I’ll complete the circle, renewed and ready, ready for the mental miles I log when I walk through the door and back into my lovely, chaotic life.
How do you manage stress? How do you make time for yourself? What’s more important when you have a newborn, a nap or a workout??