My husband came home this morning after being gone since Tuesday, and thank goodness. I was so ready to go on another run. I needed to go on another run, not just to make up some of my missed miles last week, or because my training called for 3 miles today, but because I needed that "me" time.
I know a lot of runners like to run with other people. They like the companionship, camaraderie, or having someone to push them. Me, however, I love my runs without my boys. Please don't get me wrong, I love my boys to pieces. They are amazing. (I have a whole other blog where I do nothing but talk about them.) I enjoy taking them for runs in the stroller and exploring new places, but some days I need a little bit of "me" time and my "me" times comes on my runs. It one of the few times when I have time to just think in relative quiet. There is no one asking me for something, needing me for something, wanting something from me. It is just me, my thoughts, and the road.
It is my time to think random thoughts, get organized for the day or week, solve a problem, reminisce about the past and think about the future. This is my peaceful time. (I have tried meditation, but in this house, finding even five minutes of alone/quiet time is impossible.) Running has become my mediation time, especially my weekend runs, when I run without any of the boys.
My runs, no matter how long and tiring they are, make my day better. They have become a drug to me. There are days when raising three boys, under 4 years old can wear on me mentally and physically. I have noticed that the days I feel the most overwhelmed are the days when I don't run.
So needless to say, this week, with not being able to run has really put a damper on my mood and worn me down. I was so glad to be able to get out there and run today. My training only called for 3 miles, but I ended up doing 4.5 miles. This wasn't my fastest run, and I am not going to lie and say that I felt great the whole time (my tummy tends to hurt if I run any time but in the mornings), but I am glad I was able to get out there and run.
When I arrived back home, I felt so much better, as if some weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I was also happy to see that my husband was able to hold down the fort, especially when I told him I was only going to do 3 miles (usually a 30-33 minute run) and I showed up 50 minutes later. Oops.
How do you spend your me time?
Running/working out is my me time too! It's basically the only time I get to myself all week long. Thanks for commenting on my blog! My kids are super close too (we're crazy, right?) there's 28 months between the youngest and oldest, the oldest and middle are only 11 months apart, all girls! :)
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