How the mind dictates what the body can do…as I’ve slowly gone further and further distance running, I find that getting into the right headspace is as important as warming up the legs. If I set out to run three miles, then I gasp and huff across the three mile mark. If I run twelve miles, then that’s when I huff and moan (so I’m a drama queen, sue me!), and I barely notice the three mile mark. But there is another facet to the mental part of endurance sports, something my kids have taught me.
I love the little things dearly. We feed and clothe them, read to them, spend the day at the fair with them, and get them involved in running. We do our best by them, but dangit…when Mommy is on the treadmill, Mommy needs to pay attention to what she’s doing! Bless their little hearts, we usually spend the first 30 minutes or so of a run with little squirts walking right by Daddy to bring Mom such emergencies as fort building, crayons, and fighting over the remote. Augh! Most of the time it’s not a big deal, but there are days when there is no peace to be had! After three or four interruptions, I find that it’s hard to get my head back where it belongs.
I know…one day I’ll miss all this. They are interrupting because they are sweet, busy little things, and they forget that running time is Mom time. I just keep reminding them, and try to keep my mind on my run.
Workout:
- Type: Run
- Date: 08/02/2008
- Time: 15:00:00
- Total Time: 1:37:25.00
- Distance: 10 miles
- Average Pace: 9:44.42/mile
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August 4th, 2008 at 4:53 am
Funny stuff… I hear you loud and clear…
It’s funny as a Dad, that my kids just don’t seem to want to take my advice or decision… Mom’s are such a powerful force in a small childs life… Even when Dad is there and involved, he’s never quite as bright a star to the young child. Then of course (or so I hear) as they get older, Dad begins to play a much more important role.
But for now, at 6yrs and 8yrs… I can tell them… “leave Mom alone, she’s busy” and they run over her to say “Dad says we should leave you alone, is that true? He says you’re busy? Is that true?”
August 5th, 2008 at 6:55 am
Hehe, my crew are about the same age! What a gas they are..I was the one who was home with them more when they were little squirts, so maybe that is why they do what they do. Can’t complain much, really, even when I’m huffing “Mom….really can’t….talk……right now….gasp…”