We all know life gets crazy and sometimes you have to skip runs. If you’re anything like me, you then get irritable at the situation, because what you’re “doing” [errands, work, etc] is causing you stress and all you want to do is lace up the shoes and hit the pavement. But you can’t, so you get irritable and mopey; and the whole day is a wash.
Today I woke up fully intending to run. My run yesterday was invigorating and welcoming; being back on my home turf filled me with a renewed passion for my little hobby. As the morning progressed, I planned to make husband his lunch and run it to him with Kara in the stroller. Round trip this would be a 4 mile trek… easy right? Well, errands took WAY longer than expected this morning and I made it back with barely any time to even make his food – running it to him was totally out of the question.
No big deal right? I’ll run during kiddo’s naptime. She basically fell asleep on the short car ride home, so I opted to transfer her right to bed. There goes another hour or so with zero option. I also knew that once she woke up, we’d be going for frozen yogurt with a good friend of mine. Running seemed to be escaping from me, but I was totally cool about it. My friend and I talked about everything I had missed while I was on vacation; her adventure of a ‘babymoon’ [get away trip with her hubby before baby #2 gets here in February], and neighborhood gossip. Seeing her was exactly what I needed.
Unfortunately, my friend is also in quite a crisis. Her husband will be out of town for a month – the exact timeframe in which baby #2 is due. Worst of all, its just training, and he’ll be over 3 hours away. In the civilian world, people are up in arms and picketing if their hours go over the normal ‘8-5’. Times like these, being a military wife really makes me cringe. Luckily, my friend has family a little over 2 hours away, and a pretty stellar group of friends that will be on call 24/7 the entire month. What if she were overseas? What if they had JUST arrived to a duty station and didn’t know anyone? I hope and pray that he will be home for the birth of their second daughter, and that the only reason they’ll be calling me is to borrow a cup of sugar.
Talking with my friend put a lot into perspective. Instead of moping around and feeling sorry for the fact that I didn’t run, I viewed it as time spent with my family. Any other night I probably would have done a quick run before dinner. But today I really just wanted to be with the family. So, here I sit, in my pj’s, overhearing Kara giggle in the bath while her Daddy washes her ‘inky inky [stinky stinky] armpits’. Later we’ll watch the Biggest Loser while eating some ice cream, and I will mentally prepare to run tomorrow instead.
Military life is one gamble after another, and nothing is ever guaranteed. I will definitely take an hour spent with my family over a forced, quick run – anyday.