You know those people who say “you’re never too busy to work out”?
They’re liars. Or, they have too much time on their hands. Maybe a little of both. But mainly: they’re not you.
In this update on my training for the 5K Run Like a Mother race, I have to admit: in terms of feeling this love of running, I’m just not there yet. Plus, it’s honestly a huge challenge for me to find time in my packed-to-the-minute schedule to run.
In the end, it stresses me out more to be taking time away from my clients & workshop prep, my family, my friends. A run means getting ready to run, running, showering, then getting back into the work or family mindset.
But here’s the bottom line: I’m out there, doing it. I just got back from a 3.22 mile run which I ran at a pace of 11:21 minutes per mile. That’s probably ridiculously couch-potato slow, but all I care about is that it’s done.
I’m trying to make peace with being slow. It’s not easy. I’m trying to tell myself that all that matters is that I am out there, walking, running- whatever, as long as I am moving.
And while I am a huge fan of NOT comparing one’s self to others, I know: it’s hard to be okay with that when your Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter feeds are jam-packed with crazy Cross Fit friends and triathlon friends posting adrenaline-pumped self-kudos every. single. day, speaking in a language that sounds a little cave man/a little cult-ish, along with daily selfies that are a little too close up for your tired eyes to accept at 6:30 in the morning. Every morning.
As much as I love and admire those people (and I do, they are amazing!), that’s just not me. And if that’s not you either, I think it’s important for someone to tell you that it’s okay, that you’re not alone. Sure, those stories of people losing hundreds of pounds totally transforming their lives are inspiring, but to some of us, they may be more defeating than motivating. It’s not realistic for me to change my entire life like that, and it bugs me that people tell you it has to be a full-time commitment or nothing at all.
Do you know how MANY other commitments I have on any given day, seven days a week? If I have to choose to kick an activity to the curb, I’m not going to lie: right now, it would be running.
Maybe you, too, are more like me: I just want to be healthy in a way that fits my busy lifestyle, and be okay with my pace, my strength, the amount of fitness that I can realistically fit into my busy schedule. I want to get rid of the invisible drill sergeants in my head trying to push me and guilt me into always going faster, doing better.
This is one of the reasons I love the Run Like a Mother Training Program. It really is something anyone can do. And if you miss a day, you’re not shamed or made to feel guilty. ANY progress you make at all is to be cheered on, because anything is better than nothing at all. Because once you get going, you honestly do make progress. It gets easier.
And THAT to me, is motivating. Knowing that there are other moms out there who are just like me, making progress on their own time at their own pace. Every single mom I have met that is participating has been wonderful. There are novices like me, regular runners, occasional runners, and marathoners. Everyone has been kind, supportive, and super friendly.
I’m heading into the beginning of my third week of training, and I’m doing it. I may not love it – yet? – but I’m out there, one foot in front of the other. And I can do it again. Tomorrow, in fact. So can you.
If you’re interested in joining other moms of ALL running/walking levels, I highly recommend checking out Run Like a Mother, which is in seven US cities. If you can’t run a local race, you can run the virtual race. You can even download their training program at the level that best suits you and follow it on your own.
If you’re running the Portland race, I’ll be there with you! Maybe running, maybe walking, but definitely finishing. :)
Thanks to Run Like a Mother for taking care of my training program registration and race registration. All opinions are, as always and quite obviously, my own.