Looking closely at the word mother you will find “other” is the biggest chunk. Look a little closer and you will see the letters to spell “me”, but they are far apart almost not making it in the word at all. I’m glad they did. Being a mother does mean putting others before yourself, but it does not mean losing yourself completely.
I run 3 days a week. Ryan is super supportive of my running because he knows how much it means to me. With the summer weather and extended daylight I’ve had the luxury of being able to go out in the evenings alone. It’s a little chunk of me time, but not always. Some days Ryan has to work late or we have something fun to do in the evening, so I have to take Abigail.
There aren’t many places to do a long run in Newport that are safe to take a baby and/or are not hilly. I’m all for running some hills, it reminds me of Lynchburg, but my IT Band has been saying otherwise lately so I’ve been trying to stick to my favorite “fast, flat, and safe” route.
When I first moved here I spent a lot of time feeling pretty negative about the weather and how hard it is to exercise with the baby and blah blah. And when it gets to be December and the wind is gusting over 40 mph and it hasn’t stopped raining sideways in 10 days I’m sure I’ll be right back to feeling sorry for myself. But I like to think that surviving this winter has made me an official Pacific Northwestener and I’ll be a little hardier this go round. So I’m really trying to have a different attitude.
We had a great 4 mile run today. I realized that this “me” time I had “selfishly” carved out for myself wasn’t just about me. It was about Abigail too. Sometimes when it’s flat and we are the only two on the trail I run beside her as I pull her along. I get a big grin and she kicks her legs up and down really fast. And I feel happy. Because I was once the little girl who wasn’t very athletic. And some people may always think of me that way. But my little girl won’t. I know she’ll think I’m pretty strong. I like setting that example for her. We may have painted toenails inside our sneakers, but we sure can pound the pavement too.
Isn’t it wonderful when the “me” you need can also be just as beneficial to some”other?”