Running

Back to school! And thank God for that! Hubby chose to leave right in the middle of spring break, which was good because he was able to get in some extra time with the girls and bad because by the time he left they were bouncing off the walls – and my sanity with them! It was nice to get back into a little bit of a routine today.

Dani and I go to the gym on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. There is a wonderful set-up on our military base where they have a playground/gym facility all in one. Dani can play while I work out on the equipment which is arranged in viewing position. It’s a fantastic idea and I don’t know why more places are not doing this. I run a few miles and then do some strength training. I hate to run. I have always hated to run. My Dad was the high school cross country and track coach so I’m sure a mental health expert would have a great deal of commentary to make here. I also hate to floss and I hate to put away clothes. I run and I floss because I know they are good for me and I should do it to be kind to my body – and a little easier on the eyes of anyone having to stand next to me. I’m not sure why I put away the clothes. I can think of no real benefit in that. In some ways it would be easier to just leave the clothes strewn about to sift through as one needed something. I do not think we are at a socially acceptable stage however for this sort of adolescent behavior to continue beyond high school so I guess I will continue to conform and put away the clothes. I actually enjoy folding clothes – sort of mind numbing – calming methodical process. Yes, I quite like to fold clothes – I’m mentally drifting to a pile of warm towels right now…. My train has de-railed where was I? Ah yes! Running – so I hate to run. I have made a promise to myself that I will not run more than 3 miles on Mondays and Wednesdays, and make Friday my only 5+ mile day. I have been gradually breaking my promise to myself however and find that I am almost always running at least 3.5 miles now and creeping ever closer to 7 on Fridays. Not a big deal – but that little voice inside my head is screaming – YOU SAID ONLY 3 MILES!! And where is it all going? For what purpose? I have no desire to enter a race or anything silly like that. So why am I running further and faster? Because I can? I can see how people develop running addictions. There is something sort of soothing and mentally cleansing about running, that repetitive foot thumping and rhythmic breathing. My brother tells me that there is nothing you can’t run from if you just go far enough. I’m afraid to test his theory out on the open road or I may never come back.