Hardest run of the year
I woke up angry on New Year’s day.
We were not out late; I was in bed and asleep by 11:15pm. I did not over-imbibe. I am not a drinker and paced myself very well. I managed to make one strawberry-rhubarb cider last me over 3 hours. True story. And about 3/4 of the way through, for a good ten minutes, I felt spinny and drunk. Thankfully, a few time zones over, it was midnight in New York so it all seemed appropriate.
I woke up late on New Year’s day. I felt all out of whack. I woke up from a dream where I was telling my daughter not to pull on the window blinds. She could easily pull them right off the wall. She kept doing it as I was telling her to stop. It seems to me there are two schools of parenting when it comes to giving instructions. Some parents say what they want and that is it — short, concise, and no explanations. Other parents explain why we don’t do something and the circumstances of cause and effect. I think if you are explaining something to a kid they may appreciate why they should not do this particular action again. But as you are talking you are actually giving them time to do more damage. The longer you talk, the more time they have to destroy. Most kids do not react until you are done talking, because that’s their cue that it’s their turn in the conversation. What you say until then is mostly irrelevant.
I don’t remember whether I explained or not. I did not want to have to buy new blinds.
Irritated by this imaginary inconvenience, I got up and slogged around the house. I also remembered that I had said I’d go for a run today.
I look forward to a good run to clear my head. The plan for my run was 20 minutes at an easy pace, 20 at a faster pace, and back to 20 easy. It seemed simple enough and a good way to get my legs moving, a fresh start to the year. It turns out I accomplished something else. With my body feeling like crap, and my legs feeling weak, and my brain struggling with imaginary problems, I did my hardest run of the year. I felt winded, and not very fresh. My legs hurt in new and unimaginable ways. I struggled. It was hard. I was gasping and not even the rewarding feeling of accomplishment could mar the feeling. Hardest run of the year? — check.
(Photo credit: Kristal Kraft ~ DenverDwellings)