I hit a reality as I went out to run the other day. I still don't enjoy running. I thought that over time I would start to really enjoy it...but I don't. I started to walk and ended up going about 7.5k I ENJOYED myself while doing it. I love going to the gym and getting a good workout in, and I love to walk. I am not sure where that brings me with the 1/2 marathon that I have signed up for, but here I stand. I have contemplated over the past couple of days about walking the 1/2 and seeing how that goes-maybe running a bit here and there, but simply going out and just enjoying it as a walk. 21k is a long walk, but it seems that much more manageble to me right now. Maybe by next year I will find running easier and more enjoyable. Maybe not though.
The kids had swimming last night and all seemed to enjoy themselves while they splashed and played. I was in the water with Claire- catching her while she did jumps off the edge and encouraging her to kick her legs.
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See I admire people who can really run, but I know I'll never be one of them. I can run a 5K but have no ambition to do a marathon (or half). I also admire people who can play the piano and dance ballet, people who have really struggled to achieve a greatness. But I don't have the ambition to achieve greatness in those areas. I DO strive to achieve that level of greatness in my parenting, in the love and patience, disciplining and consistency with which I approach my "job" as mom. I know you do to. So in many many ways, oh 32-yr-old mother of trips and gorgeous singleton, you've already run the race. A race many people cannot even take one step toward achieving. You are beautiful and powerful.
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