The last time I ran was like 4 days ago or something like that. So I could write something trite about it all, instead I’ll go all Virgina Woolf stream of consciousness on you and let you into the brief world that is Striding Mom today….
As I type this I’m trying to let my coffee kick in and the sun rise enough for me to safely sneak in a few miles.
I had great plans for this week to get my butt back on track with running.
But instead, I’m going to….
Thank Pinterest for increasing mom-guilt everywhere and make 95% of feel like crap on the last day of school before the holidays when we bring in “our things”.
Be a “bad runner” because I let the chaos of the last few weeks not let me run.
I love my kids.
Secretly shame myself for letting social media tell me I should be running at least 30 miles a week.
Why do kids whine/fight so much?
Ground myself and remember that I have an awfully big plate compared to many and it’s awfully full at the moment with 3 immediate family birthdays in this house, Christmas and end of the year chaos.
Drink another cup of coffee.
Add “take time to reflect and move forward as a family” to the to-do list this weekend (yes I realize the irony of this).
Oh yeah, I should go run now….
What do you need to get off your chest now about fitting it all in?