I don’t know if I’ve mentioned that I am running a marathon on Monday. Maybe once or twice? I am excited and nervous, even though this is not my first rodeo. It is my fifth and I know how these things go. Lots of anxiety, anticipation, excitement. And then, finally, the first steps. I can see what is coming and as much as I’d like to get it all over with at once, I have to take it as it comes. I can’t, unfortunately, run Heartbreak Hill first. I’ve just got to pace myself and be okay with what I am able to do right now and the progress that I am making
This week has been a testament to that. It’s been such a busy week. And as much as I wanted to take it all on and be done with it, I had to take each day as it came. Monday was laundry, shopping, bread and granola, writing and preschool planning. Tuesday started with preschool, then we went to Manhattan so I could get my hair cut, then hunt down a free scoop of ice cream at Ben and Jerry’s, which was hidden on the fourth floor of Macy’s. By the time we got home, it was past dinner time. I still had my writing to do, and maybe another day of preschool. Wednesday was dominated by my prerace massage, which was a birthday gift from my sister and all the way up in Inwood, north of Harlem. But before I dropped the kids off at my saintly friend’s house, I groomed my children: haircuts and nail cutting for both boys, and trying to keep Little Miss from eating all that loose hair. After the massage and dinner, I procrastinated the writing and preschool planning again so I could hear some friends speak about their experiences with infertility. Worth it, but it made for a late night. Thursday started, again, with preschool, which I put some thought into, but not a lot of effort. And when the kids left, it was finally time to think about packing for our bus ride to Boston.
Like I said, I could see this week coming, I just couldn’t get it over with all at once. I couldn’t teach both preschool classes on Monday or make just one trip to Manhattan, or sit down and write all of my posts at one time.
Instead, I’ve just kept moving through, knowing that I would eventually get to the end, get on the bus, and ride up to Boston where, after a couple of days of rest and relaxation (fingers crossed!), I’ll run the real marathon. Which, I hope, I will just keep moving through, taking each hill (up or down) as it comes, until I reach the finish line and can finally sit down and rest.
While we’re waiting for that to happen, take a look at what I’ve written on Babble this week, if you haven’t had a chance yet.
Should we be enrolling our preschoolers in fitness programs?
What to look for in that perfect workout buddy.
Learning from my kids about limits and how to use them (remixed from something I originally posted here).
A moment to remember about where happiness is and isn’t.
And finally, a peek into my race-day survival kit.
ps If you are interested in following my progress Monday, you can text RUNNER to 345678. My bib number is 10165.