I walk a lot these days. To the playground. The grocery store. The library. Wherever. I’m usually wearing the baby. Sometimes I’m pushing the stroller. Often I’m wearing a bag as well. I’m sure it’s great exercise for me, which is awesome because I’m not running much.
I’m happy these days if I can get one run in a week. I’ve had some really good runs, and some where I felt like I might throw up the entire time. My abs still feel weak. I’m pretty much always tired, so I’m slow and sluggish.
But still, running does something for me. It opens my mind. It challenges me. It makes me forget that I’m tired. I feel refreshed, accomplished, strong afterward.
I mention this because tomorrow I can sign up for the Boston Marathon. I’ve been thinking about passing on it this time around because I don’t really know what it’s going to be like trying to train with three kids, in the winter, when I’ve yet to get back into the groove post-baby.
But then I realized that is exactly why I should sign up. I need the motivation to get out there. I need a goal to work toward. I need a reason to make time for myself.
Walking is good for me, gets me around, and leaves my body sore in a good, strong way. Running does all of those things, but it also makes me happy. And that’s pretty important. So I’d better give myself a reason to run.