ok, so this week was not necessarily a stellar week for my running. i had a couple of crappy runs, a couple of great runs, still having monster shin splints, and i finished the week with a total of 20 miles, which makes me happy. i’m not gonna give the play by play on every run, because, well, since i’m a lazy blogger, it would take me forever to tell you about all 5 runs. monday, tuesday, and wednesday, I did 4 miles each day. one day was a very mediocre treadmill run, one was a horrible road run, and one was split up into an easy 2 and an awesome tempo 2. friday’s run was HORRIBLE, AWFUL, PAINFUL, but it was 3 miles (with some walking). however, thursday’s run, was amazing. and that’s the one i’m gonna tell ya about.
so by thursday, i had 12 miles down. i knew that i wanted to get a total of 20 for the week. i could either do 5 and 3, or rest on thursday and do 8 by myself on friday. 8 by myself was outta the question. so the plan was to do 5. wednesday night, i planned out my day. now, you know what they say about plans and all that…. i should’ve known thursday would not go according to plan. i woke up and my oldest girl wasn’t feeling good, and so i decided to let her stay home from school. i had a bunch of stuff that needed to get done on thursday. hallween costumes to buy, my son’s birthday party to get ready for (which is on halloween), groceries to get, etc. and all of this had to get done on thursday. all of that wasn’t a problem and i would still be able get a run in, but with my girl being home with me, i couldn’t do it. this meant that i would have to do 8 on friday. and i was BUMMED!! my girl and i took off to do all of our running around and i fretted all day about my run. by the time we got home, i was exhausted, depressed, and sleepy. my ex-husband had to pick my other kids up from school, because i didn’t get home in time. he could tell that something was wrong with me and i told him about my delimna with getting my miles. and then he came up with a plan. he would load the kids up with him, drive behind me and i would just run. he would let me know when i had gone 5 miles. i didn’t want to. i was sleepy. i was cranky. but he talked me into it. and then my girls decided that they wanted to run with me. so it would work out perfect. my girls have wanted to run with me before, but i’ve never been able to let them, because i knew they wouldn’t be able to keep up or they would get tired after a little bit. so this excited me. they could run with me and if they got tired, they could just get in the truck with their dad. we all loaded up in his truck and drove to the road that i would be running. one of their friends saw us and wanted to come along too. me and the girls got out, i talked to them a little about stretching and running and pacing yourself, which completely went in one ear and out the other. and then we started to run. about 10 steps in, my clumsy 7 year old, jayce, tripped and fell. i just knew that would be the end of running for her, but my little trooper got up, quickly assessed her skinned knees and elbow, and took off again. okay, i thought, if she’s good, then we’ll go. and we went. we actually made it pretty far before they were tired and needed to get in the truck. once they did, i put my headphones in and was ready to run on my own. i had told them that if they wanted to get out and run some more that they could when they were ready. a little later, i glanced behind me and noticed that the truck was stopped and jayce was getting out. i turned around and looked in front of me and saw that we were coming up on a pretty big hill. dang it. i knew she wouldn’t be able to make it up the hill. i told her to wait but she was determined to make it up the hill. so me and my baby girl are running side by side, approaching this hill and i’m talking to her about it, telling her what to expect, that her legs will start burning, that it will be really hard for a little bit and then it will get better, that once we make it to the top we will keep running and not stop. and then we start to climb. “okay jayce, this is where it’s gonna start getting hard.” i kept glancing at her, head down, biting her bottom lip, little arms pumping, breathing hard. i asked her if she was okay, and folks, the most amazing thing happened. it was one of those moments as a parent that makes you so proud you feel like you’re gonna burst. almost under her breath, she said “jayce johnston does not quit”. i swear i got teary eyed. i was so very proud. when i could tell that she was really hurting, i repeated it back to her and she smiled and ran harder. we made it to the top of the hill, me and my baby girl. at that moment i realized that my stubborn, hard headed, strong willed, determined little girl is alot like her momma. the fact that she didn’t quit, that she wanted to make it to the top, was so awesome to me. after we had ran just a little longer, and i could tell she was really tired, i told her to rest, to get back in the truck with dad. she didn’t want to, said she didn’t want me to be alone. i told her how awesome she had done, how proud i was of her, and that she needed to rest and get some water. i told her that after she rested she could run some more. and reluctantly, she stopped running and got in the truck with her dad. a little later, my oldest daughter got out and ran with me. we ran together for a while, just the two of us, not talking. she was a little in front of me and i was watching her. she’s not even a teenager yet and she’s almost as tall as me. she still has some of the childish awkwardness and clumsiness that comes with being 11, but as i watched her run beside me, i could see the young woman she was becoming, and it was beautiful. i wish that i could describe how i felt, how amazing it was, to be able to share my passion with my daughters, for them to WANT to share it with me, to watch them and see in them the struggle and the joy that is running. it was indescribable. i wish that i could remember every moment of this run, our first real run together. they both did great. i’m not sure of the mileage that they each ran, but it was alot for them. i ran the large majority of the 5 miles alone, and at tempo. when their dad honked at me, letting me know i could stop running, jayce got out again and walked with me. she grabbed my hand and we walked while i cooled down. this run, this night was one of those magical, wonderful parent things that i hope i’ll remember forever. i still get teary when i think about all of the things that made me so proud of my girls that night. my ex later told me that while i was out there by myself, the friend asked my daughter “how does your mom do that?” and jess said, “oh, she just does, she runs all the time, she’s just awesome like that.” and those words, coming from my girl, mean more to me than they will ever know. i really could go on and on about this run, get all sentimental, just trying to explain why it was so special, but i think you get the picture.
this week’s stats: monday – 4 (road), tuesday – 4 (treadmill), wednesday – 4 (road, 2 easy/2 tempo), thursday – 5(road), friday – 3(road). total – 20.