When runners get together and talk shop, sometimes we end up sharing PRs (personal records) from the various races we’ve run. Perhaps because I haven’t raced in the last year or because of this new perspective I’ve chosen lately, I’ve learned to be proud other runs, too.
- The morning run after one of my kids had the flu and I was on mom-duty from 2am to 5am.
- The afternoon I was just cranky and didn’t really want to talk to ANYONE or do ANYTHING but I got myself out the door ANYWAY.
- The insanely sub-zero run that required more layers than I care to count.
- Running even though my to-do list was filled with a baseball tournament (or swim meet or basketball game or family gathering) an hour away, grocery shopping, laundry and school work.
- More morning runs after nursing marathons. Those dang growth spurts!
I didn’t get a medal or even a fancy shirt after these runs. No one was cheering me on at the finish line and there were no pre-race butterflies to calm. No age-group awards or trophies. So why I am I so proud of these runs? Because they are proof positive that I’m a runner, through and through, and that I can keep the plates spinning in this great magic show of life. I’m a firm believer that first we need to take care of ourselves, then we are much better equipped to care for others.
And those PRs? I’ll brag about those some other time….