5K

Next weekend, I am participating in my second ever 5K. I did a test run today, after a week of not running, and I was able to shave 30 seconds off my previous time. Every day, I have to struggle with whether or not I should go out for a run, and frankly, since my last 5K, I haven't been that good at overcoming my own inertia. Bur I paid for the darned thing, so I'm going to do it. Besides, they're promising champagne and chocolate at the end. =-)

Yesterday, I was reading Run Like a Mother, and something in there really struck a chord with me: when I'm out for a run, it's me time. No one is screaming "Ma-ma!", there is no whining (except my own), and I get to feel like I'm completely alone in a way I haven't gotten to since my first baby was born. I mean, seriously, I haven't even gotten to go to the bathroom alone in so long I really have to think about closing the door when I'm at someone else's house, and that's just not right! 

I honestly don't know what the heck I was thinking when I signed on for this whole running thing, but about 20 minutes after I get back from a run, I notice that I feel this crazy calm feeling, something late in the day I am clawing for with both hands. And while I don't yet feel like I can honestly call myself a runner, I look forward to the day when the runs no longer seem like such a monumental task as they do now, and I can truthfully call myself a running mother.