Heading into this weekend, I had full knowledge that getting my miles in was going to prove to be a challenge, but I had a plan and the plan worked...in my mind.
Then reality showed up as the front door and took any hope of what I thought would be away. I kept my head about me and re-figured my plan. And then reality showed up again. So once more, I re-figured the plan and again, reality won out. Slowly, I could feel the fires of angst being stoked.
I am embarrassed to admit that many times this is the way things go in my life, and I tend to just throw my hands up and stress about missed mileage, missed workouts, and act badly with bouts of pouting and frustration. Over the past several months, I have been working on my attitude when these things come up and today afforded me the perfect opportunity to exercise my "blessings" muscle.
Today's lesson looked like this:
I am going to run in Huntsville! -
Reality showed up when Mark told me he was working today which meant I needed to stay close to home for the kids.
Blessing realized - I have a wonderful husband willing to work 6-7 days a week to provide the kids and I a very good life.
I have happy, healthy, active children that require me to be with them to keep them safe, fed, and cared for.
I switched the plan to run with my local running club early in the morning. -
Reality showed up in the form of an adorable little boy who wanted to crawl into bed 20 minutes before my alarm because he was scared and needed his mommy. Early morning run out.
Blessing realized - Boo is 6 years old and chances are, he won't be climbing into bed with me many more times. He is working through his developmental fears and I am so thankful that I can be the one to be there for him, (thunder, dark, scary noises, all a big deal to a little boy).
I decided to run as soon as the kids were awake while the older kids were around to babysit. -
Reality once again arrived in the form of little Boo sneaking downstairs to surprise me with a "breakfast".
Blessing realized - He poured a cup of coffee with cream, placed it onto the table with a cute little clementine on a plastic toddler plate. He was so excited to see my reaction to his efforts! He told me he could only pour a little coffee because the pot was so heavy and he used the plastic plate because he couldn't reach the ceramic plates. He and I sat together and enjoyed the moment. He savored watching me eat the orange and drink the coffee. It was a priceless moment that I would never have had if "my plan" had happened.
Switched up the plan one last time to just go run for two hours while the teens were still at home. -
Reality, my dear companion, reminded me that my teens had a busy day at Church serving at Mass and then a Baptism service. This meant I had less then 2 hours to get my mileage in.
Blessing realized - Mark and I are blessed with amazing kids that feel called to serve others as much as they can. We are continually humbled by their dedication to God, to our faith, and to our parish. We are inspired by their witness.
I headed out the door promising my son that I would be back in plenty of time for him to get to the Church. As I set out on my 90 minute run, these thoughts filled my mind.
Sure, I want to run for 2 hours, but I get 90 minutes. I am blessed to have 90 minutes. To run. To pray. To sing along with my music. To see the town. To feel the sun. To feel the rain. To breathe. I also had the blessing of snuggling with Boo, having breakfast with him, and reassuring his sweet soul.
I had 90 minutes to offer thanksgiving for the friends and family in my life, some of whom were having great races today!
I had 90 minutes to pray for the soul of an acquaintance from our Church family that gained her eternal life this morning after 10 months of battling cancer. While I rest in the knowledge that she is blissfully happy, I grieve with her family who will miss her so much until they are once again re-united.
Would I have given up 30 minutes of run time for all of that? Yes, I would. In fact, I would give the entire run up for that.