Life happens in between runs

My child turned 16 last weekend, which means I missed my 16-mile run on Saturday. And I don’t regret it one single bit. I spent that day driving my kid from activity to activity, and she had an awesome 16th birthday weekend.

On Friday night, as I dropped the Peanut and her friend off at a big concert in Kansas City and watched them walk away, I felt like bursting with happiness. I remember turning 16 and my junior year of high school, and it was nothing like this. Actually, my 16th was completely unmemorable. I never would have thought to ask my parents to buy me concert tickets and give me and a friend a ride. It wouldn’t have happened. Instead, I spent most of my time away from home and staying with my friends, wishing I had parents like theirs.

So as I drove away from the concert venue on Friday night, I thought to myself, “I’ve become the mom I always wanted.” Maybe I’m not the mom my teen always wanted, but she can work on becoming that later.

Now back to regularly scheduled running and weight lifting.

Yesterday morning, I planned to run 5 miles at 6am with Team Badass. By 5:15am, I’d received text messages from two team members, who I will now affectionately refer to as Team Halfass. Too cold, too early, too whatever. Believe me, I get it. Luckily, one other team member was willing to stay in the game, so we decided to meet at 7am, after the sun was up. By 11am, I’d run 5.25 miles and survived an hour of strength training on an empty stomach.

I can’t lift my arms to brush my teeth, but I already feel my gun show growing.

Comments are closed.