Sometimes I pretend I’m a ‘real runner’. Maybe you’ve heard of the type – they train, they fuel (eat) correctly, they do fartleks (speed), they care about how their body is performing.
Me? Well, I just look at my watch, calculate how far I can go based on the amount of free time I have and head out the door. Preferably before 10am and preferably when children are otherwise occupied. So far it’s worked pretty well – other than last year when I was working my tail off to break 2 hours in a half marathon & ended up injured. Still 2 minutes shy, but who’s counting?
So today I put on my ‘big girl’ pants and decided I would do an actual workout vs. running around aimlessly. I decided on a 1 mile warm-up + 6 x 400′s at 2 min pace + 1 mile cool down = about a 45 minute workout. Everything always sounds better in my head.
I drove my big kid to swim practice and headed to the track. Upon arrival I noticed the HS football team “conditioning” (aka – practicing, but you’re not allowed to call it that, nor are you allowed to require it, yet the number of players who see playing time are mysteriously the same as those who show up. hmmm) inside the track. My ego took a hit. I know most of the kids in town – it’s a luxury of my job and of living in the same small town For-Ev-Er! No biggie. I won’t make eye contact with them. They won’t make eye contact with me.
I did my 1 mile warm-up (slowly) – staring at my short stumpy shadow around each bend – SCARY! Sure the sun was just at the right angle to make me look 4 ft. tall and 300 lbs. but I don’t think the sun makes things bounce. Whatever. I completed 2 of my 400′s (just under pace thankyouverymuch) when I noticed another group of boys walking out of the HS to begin ‘conditioning’. The FRESHMEN! I considered finishing but instead decided my ego and my son’s reputation were at stake here. I left the track. :-(
That’s all well and good – but the best part of the story is my son’s reaction when I told him. ”Mom! You totally should have stayed! All my friends love you.” Which I smiled and said, aw thanks. And he responded “Plus – my mommy’s a runner!!”
I have bragged about my kids relentlessly here – but that was the best compliment he has given me lately.
They don’t care if we are slow.
They don’t care if we are 4 ft. tall and 300 lbs.
They don’t care if their friends laugh at them.
They care that we are moving and setting an example.
Here’s a picture. Because posts without pictures can be so boring.


