This morning, I was to meet Natalie, who is my partner in crime for the Disney Princess Half. We have started running two mornings a week together to prepare for our 13.1 mile journey in a few months. As I sat in the car, waiting on her to get there, I started thinking about last night when I was putting the finishing touches on my new photography blog. I was in the section about myself and I thought Who Am I? I am a photographer. A Mom. A Wife. And…. a runner. I love it. I get down on myself a lot about it. Maybe I’m not as fast as someone else, or have the motivation to get up before the sun to run– which is when I actually have time to do it, and it really makes my day better. BUT… I do love it. I never thought that would be a part of me. Pushing myself to succeed in something, has never been my strong suit. If it doesn’t come easily, I get discouraged and quit. But, running has taught me in the past year, to get better at anything, it takes WORK. Lots of it. A better wife. A better Mom. A better photographer. A better Christian. All of these things take DAILY work. So, it was in that moment, that I decided, I am not okay being mediocre. In anything. I want to be the best that I can be. I most likely, will never win a race, but just completely them is more than enough for me. So, I seriously slowed my pace today and was able to chit chat with Natalie during our run, but guess what? I ran two whole miles without stopping to walk, while carrying on a conversation with someone not in my head.
That, my friends, was an accomplishment for me. I can’t tell you the last time I ran through pain, and the thought to stop never crossed my mind.
Of course, I then came home to a daughter who had a MAJOR accident in her bed… to the point she peed through her pull up, which also had poop in it, and she smelled like a homeless person. It stunk up our entire house. I had to wash all her bedding and spray our house and light candles. I kid you not, people. She smelled like a homeless person. We had to hose her down in the shower, which she didn’t care for. AT ALL.
The rest of the morning went smoothly, until, I decided to take out one more bag of trash and I picked up the trash bag and there was standing liquid in the bottom of the trash can. Awesome. Our trash can is now sitting outside after being hosed down. Gross.
I’m hoping that the rest of the day gets better. No one said that motherhood was a glamorous job.
Question of the Day: Those of you that have running partners, do you run with ipods and not talk, do you talk, or what do you do while you run with them?