Mom. Runner. Writer.
Those words define me.
Fine, so do the words: Crier. Snacker. Yeller. Cleaner. Burner (of meals)…Whiner, Over-Volunteer-er (new word), and recently, inventor of words…and more…but why not focus on the fun stuff first?
Motherhood:
Sure, like most moms, I agonize over the wrong things: starting school projects early, cello practice, flushing. But being a mom is the job I love, the one I am grateful for, and never want to complain about. I love answering all of the before-bed queries, when utter exhaustion entices our kids to ask OUR advice. I adore watching the kids succeed, I love making lunches…okay, now I’m just lying. Honestly, understanding the family dynamic is what I crave. Each member has their duties (kids: laugh here – no potty language!), and makes their impact.
Running:
A vehicle for clearing the mind, and thinking about my role, my purpose. I’m not fast, nor do I look like a runner, but wow does it make this mom happy. Plus, without the run/workout, my children all know I turn into a mean, bossy pants mom.
Writing:
Most days I think about starting a blog. I plan time to write, then clean instead, sit at the computer to write, then volunteer for PTA jobs instead. I spend the rest of the day reprimanding myself for not writing, justifying it by thinking my Dad would truly be my only reader. And, really, he’d like anything I wrote, so I’ll start my blog after a nice run. Then the kids get home from school, and the cycle continues.
Why Runonmom?
Two reasons, okay three. Primarily, I am a mom. A mom that loves to run – as I get older, my joints hate it, so I’ll do any exercise that infuses a touch of serotonin in my system, if not, I’ll have to purchase the crankymom.com domain also. Secondly, in my writing, I tend to ramble. Not in a bad sense, it’s just that over the last 12 years, I’ve kept a journal of our funny, touching, and hard-to-believe family stories, and there just might be someone out there (Dad) who wants to read them. Lastly, Runonmom.com is just plain catchy. Thus: runonmom.com.
Pace yourself as a mom and a runner, life is a marathon (with some heartache and joint pain, respectively).
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