Molly and I are running the Disney Frozen 5K this morning. She picked the costumes so I am Mulan and she is Mushu.
It’s early. It’s freezing! But we’re ready to run.
You may remember from some older posts that I am involved in a running challenge this year. I am running 40K of races for my 4oth year and blogging about it with some friends at Girls Gone 40.
This week it was my turn to write about “why I run”. I was so touched by the response to the piece. After hearing from some other parents, I realized that the post belongs here too. It is as much about being a Mom as it is about being a runner.
Happy Mother’s Day, all!
Why I Run
The first time I went for a run just to run, my father was dying of cancer.
Dad had been given 6 months to live and so in those hot, wet, summer months when I lived with him for weeks at a time, I took up running.
Running was simple. I didn’t think about it or plan for it. I had no goal. I certainly didn’t blog about it. I just laced up my sneakers one day, went out into the neighborhood and ran the streets, trying to catch my breath.
I didn’t do anything right. I stared at my feet. I clenched my fists. I held my arms tight up against my body. I didn’t even wear a sports bra on those early runs (I’m sorry, boobies).
But, I did it. I remember thinking, as my lungs burned and my feet ached, “I’m running because I can”. My Dad couldn’t, that’s for sure. I didn’t know what a mantra was but I repeated that mile after mile.
And I thought “Shit. This hurts.” Sometimes I cried through entire runs shedding grief and frustration. Those runs gave me big freedom and big choice, even if the choice was choosing pain that I could control.
After my Dad died, I grieved him by training for the Philadelphia Marathon. I needed something to look forward to and I needed time to think. Why not?
During the marathon, at mile 16, I broke my foot (a stress fracture), but I finished.
I tried to run a half marathon about a year later but my foot still wasn’t right and I re-fractured it (but finished, again). I fractured my foot a third time and realized I should maybe take a break from running.
Then I had kids. For the past 7+ years, I have been too exhausted and too afraid to run. I have gotten soft. And round.
When Rachel suggested running 40K for her 40th year, I jumped on it because I irrationally thought that if I could get over the hump of starting, I’d be the runnergirl I was in my twenties again. I’d run because I could. I wouldn’t have to think about it. I would just do it. We’d do it together. And we’d turn my fear into fun, one race and one margarita at a time. Though never long and lean, in my mind, GirlsGone40 would give me the body and the endorphins of “runnergirl”, with the race bibs to prove it.
That’s a lot to put on running. I know. First I used her to comfort me in the worst loss of my life so far, and now I expect her to help me find my way back to a place I haven’t been in almost a decade!
When I started running again in October (and calorie counting, and trying to change other habits), instead of thinking “I’m running because I can”, I thought “I’m fast and fit and long and lean. I’m fast and fit and long and lean. I’m fast and fit and long and lean!” All I could think about was how I was going to “crush the miles” and get smaller.
Over and over, for the first 4 months of this challenge, even when I wasn’t exercising, it was all I could think about. That mantra, instead of motivating me on the treadmill, became a harsh trill in my ears the rest of the time, reminding me how I was failing because I wasn’t losing weight. I wasn’t getting even one size smaller.
Instead of lifting me up, my relationship with running became complicated. I mostly just felt bad about myself. And really embarrassed that at 39 I care so much about being “thin”. I’m usually judging the fattists out there for being so judgmental. When did I switch teams?
Rachel was having a hard time getting motivated too and so I thought about letting the blog and the challenge go. In my mind, I had no good reason to run. Weight obsession is a small, small world. And I wanted to get back to my big, rich life. It was still pretty painful getting back into shape and the mental baggage was messing with my head.
Then Molly, my 7-year-old daughter, one day, asked to run the rest of my races with me, telling me her “goal was to run 20K before she turned 8”. How could I say no to that?
Molly doesn’t care about weight loss. She doesn’t care about being “fit.” She has no desire to change habits. Luckily, she has no losses to grieve. She does not care how long it takes her to run a mile or if she walks when she needs a break.
Molly runs for one reason: She just wants to be with me.
We’ve run three races together so far, a 5K, a 5-miler, and 4-miler. Mother’s Day will be our fourth race.
When we are out there together on the course, or running laps around my house, Molly laughs. Sometimes she skips. Or hops. Or leaps. And she chats about her dreams from last night. She imagines us winning our next race. She designs t-shirts to go with our matching running skirts. She plans entire meals to eat when we are finished. She chants quietly “I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.” Sometimes she switches it to “I am awesome. I am awesome. I awesome.” In our last race two women overheard her and joined in.
Molly’s made running simple for me again. It’s not about the miles. Or the minutes. Or the calories. Or being fit. Or whatever ridiculous expectations I started GG40 with. I run because I can.
This is a cross-post from Girlsgone40. Enjoy!
Girlsgone40 is a year-long challenge because our birthdays happened to fall about 10 months apart. And while the main goal of the challenge is to run 40K of races, really, we’d just like to become healthier people. We’d like to build better habits.
Turns out, we made a great choice in the timing of our challenge.
How long do you think it takes to build a habit? (by “build a habit ”, I mean it’s easier to do the action than not to – – it feels odd not to do it.)
Is the number 21 days floating in the back of your mind? Search “21 Days” on Amazon and you’ll find over 700,000 results promising things like a new body, a new mind, and even a new novel in 21 days!
Or is it 30 days? Maybe you’re thinking of Morgan Spurlock’s 30 Days.
It doesn’t matter. Both numbers fall a bit short for forming a true habit out of something that takes real effort in the beginning.
Scientific research into the topic tells us how long habits really take to form.
On average, it’s 66 days.
Depending on the difficulty of the habit, it might take more time (adding 50 sit-ups after morning coffee might take 84 days), it might take less (drinking a glass of water after breakfast only about 20 days). Some habits might take over 250 days. There’s no magic number. It really depends on how hard that particular change is for that individual to make. Boo! But missing a day here and there doesn’t seem to matter in the long run.
1 thing is 100% guaranteed. If you don’t start, you’ll never change.
Back before we had kids my husband and I ran together often. Short runs. Long runs. Slow runs. Fast runs. Race runs. I loved running so much that even when I broke my foot at mile 16 of a marathon, I still finished the race. And then, two years later, when I thought I was healed and tried to run a shorter race (1/2 marathon) I broke it again. But I still finished! Because I love running. Also, I am a very determined (stupid) person.
After we had kids and I got some sense about taking care of my injuries and not running for awhile, I missed running. I missed a lot about running. The time with my husband. The time to think. The time to feel my powerful little frame doing its thing. The time to just enjoy the beauty and variety of the routes I took. I missed it all.
Now that my daughter (and my son, almost) is old enough to run I am feeling the itch again. Part of it is that Molly is a born runner, all lungs and legs. It turns out she loves running too. And not just any kind of running. She loves slow paced, long distance, fun running. She is a perfect running partner for me right now.
#8 on my bucket list is running a 5k with my kids. The kids and my husband are interested in running a race together. I love it when we all share a goal! We are going to walk the Race for the Cure this Mother’s Day with my sisters-in-law and their daughters, which is something I am really looking forward to doing. And hopefully run The Color Run or something equally fun this summer. They seem as excited about it as I am. And so I am slowly adding running back into my exercise routines.
Let me tell you something. It is hard. Really, really, hard. I cannot believe it has only been a few years! Right now all I want to do is run a 10 minute mile and it hurts! But I will do it. I will get comfortable running a 5k again. This time, no injuries. One step at a time.
Molly was supposed to ski most of today as a last hurrah to the ski season with her school. It’s raining. Skiing is cancelled.
Instead, we are back home Just Dancing. This is JohnJohn’s absolute favorite activity right now and I’m still feeling bad for the little guy. So here we are, negotiating the next dance. He is in my arms, but I am still killing it on the stars!
I hope you add a little dance to your day too.
Molly is not a major risk taker (unlike some other kids I know, I’m looking at you, Joseph).
That being said, ever since she started swim lessons, and gotten over her initial fear of getting her face wet, she has given her very best to do what her coach asks, even when she is afraid. Well, everything except diving. She is absolutely terrified of diving.
That is, until today.
No one else showed up for swim team because school was cancelled due to weather. So, Molly’s coach decided they should tackle diving. And they did. For almost an HOUR. This is the last jump she made before she finally dove in headfirst. I was there to see her face before she hit the water. She looked so scared. And so determined. And so brave.