The main purpose of this post is to vent about some things I find anywhere from slightly irritating to the point where I am yelling "enough!" Most of the negativity in my life these days surrounds my running. It's the negative comments from people I get about my running. Nearly everyone I'm surrounded by is guilty of saying something that could be taken as in insult at one time or another when it comes to my running. To be perfectly honest, I'm so tired of it.
I've heard over and over that I need to do more than just run. The truth is, I do. I have taken several classes at the Y on a regular basis and only stopped recently because I wanted to focus more on running the last few weeks leading up to my half marathon. One of the classes caused my ankle to act up and forced me to skip a couple runs so I decided at that moment that I was done with classes until after my half marathon. It worked out and I avoided any more ankle pain and only dealt with the ITB pain caused by my running.
I feel like people are tired of hearing me talk about my running. I tend to not talk about it too much and to almost get silent about it because I get way too excited when someone opens that door of conversation. None of my friends are runners. I've tried to get a few of them to take it up. To find the obsession. None have stuck it out. It takes a long time to fall in love with running. It's possibly the hardest thing I have done in my life. There are really crappy days that make you think you suck. There are also those 10 mile runs (or more) that you finish and felt great the whole time and make you think you're possibly the most awesome person in the world, even if it is slow to most runners standards. You rocked it and therefore you learn to love the feeling running gives you.
My mom was pretty guilty of telling me that my running was too much. Thankfully, over time she has loosened up a bit about it and actually runs 2-3 miles at the Y now and has learned to love it. Her love is more because of the bang for your buck when it comes to time and calories but at least she is laying off of me a little more now. She used to say anything over 5 miles is too much and that I'm going to end up killing myself if I do a full marathon. I argue it but arguing with her is pointless. Mom is always right
I've been mocked when I opt out of something because that is when I need to be running. I've been told that I take running too seriously. It makes me realize that a support system would be so great. People that understand. At this point I don't really have that though so I'm forced to just deal.
I feel like I do a good job of balancing family and running but I know Mike would argue that to an extent. I still get the look when I say that I'm going to go run. Sometimes he asks ahead of time if I plan on running that morning or day but sometimes he will get home from work and I am dressed in running clothes and he just knows with out any warning at all. I am a stay at home mom during the day (while also watching my niece) and I just need to get out and get some fresh air and time to think or listen to music. It's such a release.
I don't go out to the bars on the weekend. Okay maybe a few times a year. I do not leave my family to go on trips. I don't have any clubs or groups I am a part of. I work a part time job a couple of days a week.
I need something for me. Running is for me. Any mother knows that you lose your identity a little bit while you have young kids. You are mom. That is your only identity for at least the first few years. It's hard to be selfish during that time. My daughters are finally getting old enough that I am able to find myself again. I also want to teach them that it's important to be a little selfish with yourself. I want them to realize that along with being mommy, I am also a person with feelings, goals, and dreams. I can only hope that they will see me work hard at this and remember it. Nothing worth while comes easily.
I would love it if someday they learned to love running just as much as I do. I can promise you that I would encourage them. I would be their cheerleader. Maybe I can even be there to run with them. To be that support system that I so desperately want.
A girl can dream, right?
Do you have a great support system?
Do you deal with negative comments from people that don't understand your love for running?