Has your day ever started out one way and then totally turned around?
That's what happened to me today.
From the way today began I thought I was going to spend the day trying to slip into a "funk." That's what we call it in our family when someone doesn't have the motivation to do anything. Not even change from my pj bottoms to regular clothes. After getting up with littlest once through the night and then again at 5 a.m, I woke up at 8 a.m. with a major headache. I didn't care that it was beautiful outside. I didn't care that my training schedule said I needed 10 miles today. I didn't care that my middle one was asking for breakfast. I just felt like I could spend the day being depressed.
I did get out of bed and make the kids breakfast. I did take care of the dogs. I did tend our pellet stove. I did cleaned up around the house. I did sit on the couch every moment I got in between these little tasks. My middle one kept asking me if we could do this or could we do that. Maybe. Later. We'll see.
Yes. I was being one of those moms. A mom that doesn't play.
I kept asking myself if I was really going to allow myself to waste an entire day. Feeling sorry for myself that my little boy had grown up and headed off into his life. Feeling sorry for myself that I don't have the running support I wish I had. Feeling sorry for myself that I was just too tired to push the jogging stroller again.
Then my cell phone rang.
It was niece; my biking sherpia. Her plans had fallen through. She wondered if I had gotten my run in for today, she wanted to get outside.
That is all it took. Twenty minutes later the jogger is packed with 15 pounds of just-in-case, one 20 pound baby and a heating pad and off we went. We picked up biking sherpia after a half mile and decided we would see how we were feeling at the turn off on our route before deciding how far we'd go.
The conversation flowed. My legs and upper body felt weak for the first 3 miles but as we neared the turn off I knew we were going to keep going. Dispite the late start we didn't run out of daylight until we had left the "main" road so traffic was of little concern. I had packed the headlights and latern but we didn't use them. Littlest napped the entire time.
We made plans for our long run tomorrow. We talked about our weeks. We traded stories about show we both watch. The miles flew by. I forgot all about being in my "funk". I forgot all about being sad that my oldest is in basic training. I forgot all about how I didn't have enough support and how I didn't want to push that jogging stroller.
I thought what a great day this is. I thought I am so lucky to be able to do what I am doing; my most favorite thing in the world, running with some of my family. Seeing the sun set on a day that I almost wasted but then
my day turned around.