Our meet today was in the afternoon, which allowed me the time to run this morning. I had a great 3 mile run before wet weather moved into the area. we had just gotten to the start line for the girls’ race when it started lightning. We were sent to our busses for a 30 minute delay just as the sky started to let loose. We had a half mile hike to get to our van so we were all soaked by the time we got there. Then, we were back at the start line in time for another downpour. There was no thunder the second time around so the race was able to begin just as the rain let up. The course was a sloppy mess but our crew ran pretty well overall. I’m happy to be home and dry now.
I have felt very busy and overwhelmed by life lately. However, I have managed to keep the streak alive with a mile run between school and a doctor’s appointment for my son yesterday and a mile run between school and driving to spend time with my older boys and husband today. I did take some time for a leisurely walk tonight. The temperature was absolutely perfect. It was dark so I took my headlamp. I stopped by the park behind the neighborhood elementary school to do a few pull-ups and dips. I also did a flip over one of the bars. I like to keep my vestibular system on it’s toes. It felt goofy and freeing. I think I’ll be doing that more often! I’m looking forward to having time for a couple of longer runs this weekend.
It was cool and misty at the end of the school day today. Without any threat of storms, we took the cross country kids out for a tempo run. It was really great running weather. My crew started out a little fast but 2 out of the 3 surprised me by picking up the pace on mile 2! I looped back to encourage our newest runner. She admitted that her first mile was too fast but that she really wants to get faster. She has dreams of West Point. She will need to get faster but she will also need to pace herself. I look forward to continuing to see her grow over the next 2 cross country seasons even if I will be watching from the sidelines. Twenty one more workdays until the move. My youngest and I made a countdown calendar to hang on the fridge. Transitions are often hard even when they are good.
I have really had an intense week. Today was no different. I got a 1.5 mile run done at sunset. I had intended to run farther but a call from my mom made me stop. I can’t think of a better reason to end my run early. It was good to catch up with her. I remember her running when I was a kid. I thought she was such a bada$$. She had great stories from her runs too. She had a couple of teenage boys sing “Dude Looks Like a Lady” at her as she ran by them. She got a good laugh out of it. She has always been a glass-half-full kind of person. We even have a family joke about her famous phrase, “we’re lucky!” because she really can find the silver lining to any dark cloud. She is one tough chick and I’m glad I’ve had her example in life for how to be a strong woman.
Some days are hard. Some days are hard for the people you love and that makes your heart heavy. Today was one of those days for me. As a mom, sometimes I just want to fix the problems my kids have to end their struggles but that isn’t always an option. It reminds me a bit of treadmill running. I feel like I output a ton of energy worrying but really get nowhere. I wasn’t able to help my son today but my husband was able to be there for him. I am incredibly grateful for that. I debated leaving school today to drive over to where my son is but I stayed at school once my husband was able to fill in for me. It was hard though. I really wanted to be there. I’m not sure that I could have done anything more than my husband did but I still felt like I should have been doing more for my boy. Instead, I taught other people’s children and coached our team. I leaned on multiple colleagues to get through the day. I’m hoping for a better day for my son tomorrow. I’m waiting anxiously until the end of the school day when I can drive across the miles to be back together as a family again for the weekend. I need to start a countdown to November 10th because that is the day I will officially be moving to our new town. In the meantime, I will do what I can from here to support my boys while doing the best I can finishing my teaching and coaching responsibilities at my old school. Thank goodness I have running as an outlet. Today I ran 400 repeats with one of our newer girls to help her keep race pace. She did amazing again today. She ran a negative split for the last of her eight 400s. It was a great workout for her and a decent one for me too. I’m glad that I can be there to support her. I can at least find some peace in the knowledge that my presence at my school continues to have a positive impact even though I feel torn between two places.
Today was dangerously close to the end. Yesterday, I had to drive to our new town to take one of my boys to a doctor’s appointment. I planned on driving back last night but one of my boys was having a down night and I just couldn’t leave while he was feeling that way. I struggled to fall asleep though and woke up at 3:40 with too much on my mind. I had to leave at 5:40am to get to work on time. I was really tired on the drive. I’m certain 4 hours was not enough sleep. I worked all day and then had to pick my youngest up from school early for a cross country meet. It lasted f-o-r-e-v-e-r. My only hope for a run was the new tool set I got over the weekend to adjust the belt on the treadmill. BUT IT DIDN’T FIT!! I was freaking out. It was already dark and my youngest was watching his first show of the day. I felt stuck and out of options. Remember yesterday when I was prepared to let go of my streak? Apparently, I’m not that ready. I started tearing apart the 3 seasons room looking for the lost toolset that I used before to adjust the belt. I had zero luck. I decided to give the new tools one more shot before I raised the white flag. Thank the sweet, little, streaking baby Jesus, it fit!! I think the new tool had a layer of paint on it that kept it from fitting well. I just wiggled and jimmied until it fit. So, finally, after a 14 hour day of driving and working, I ran one mile on my wonky treadmill. Day 1001 done.
This sore throat has turned into a full blown cold. I’m miserable. I ran an easy mile with Mr. B over our lunch yesterday. It was good to run together. It’s been awhile since we have run without the cross country team. I wish I had felt better and we could have run longer though. I stayed home from the meet today to rest, which was a hard decision to make but it would have been 3 hours round trip from where my boys and husband live so I didn’t think that drive on top of everything else would be good for me. It sounds like the team had a great meet though! Everyone finished and it sounds like some PRs were achieved. I’m so proud of them. Some of the kids are really wrestling with doubts about their progress so I hope this meet settles their minds a bit. This morning I ran an easy mile and a quarter around the new neighborhood with tissues in hand. It didn’t feel as bad as I expected. I’m hoping I feel ready to run a little farther tomorrow.