Yesterday morning wasn’t so bad. My son woke up on his own and didn’t give me an issue getting out the door.
The only minor problem we encountered was him blaming me for not putting all of the new pencils we bought over the break properly into his binder pencil pouches.
Where was he Sunday night when one should be prepping in advance?
So it’s suddenly polar vortex time and getting colder as I type this.
When I need extra layers to keep warm out there while running, I make use of the race t-shirts I have received by wearing one on top of a Lulu Run Swiftly Long Sleeve shirt and then add more layers on top of that as needed.
Taken after Saturday’s 15 mile run.
I think about that Runner’s World Half & Festival a lot. Not just because I ran a 5k followed by a 10k with a half marathon the next day.
I think about that race weekend because I went to Bethlehem, PA for those three days by myself.
I don’t think I told you that back then.
I also don’t think I told you what happened to me on the drive there…
Yeah, a flat tire. Thirty miles outside of Bethlehem somewhere in New Jersey.
I had stopped for Starbucks thinking who I was to cruise so easily and quickly on my own to Pennsylvania when suddenly my tire light came on.
A minor inconvenience but took some time out of my trip, had to call Roadside Assistance and wait for someone to come (when luckily a nice policeman with one of those fancy police hats showed up out of nowhere to help me so I didn’t have to wait for the roadside assistance at a gas station where the attendants claimed to be unable to change a tire. I wasn’t even in New York and boy were they rude).
And then came the part where I had to find a tire place in the middle of nowhere that sold my exact tire should I need a new one because I couldn’t drive all that way and then back home on a spare.
I did it all by myself (well, with the help of google maps and my phone) and then went on to enjoy the weekend surrounded by other runners, most of which I didn’t know.
I made a few friends, saw a few faces I knew from blogging but really ran and did my own thing. On my own.
I think about that weekend often and reflect on how wonderful being independent can feel.
Sometimes I think we can lose ourselves in our relationships and with that our ability to realize how much we can do and enjoy in our independence.
The concept of getting divorced a few years ago gave me a short-lived identity crisis which hit me like a ton of bricks.
Who was I if I was no longer Mrs.? How was I going to do it all on my own? Me? Head of Household?
I will never forget my cousin Jilly shouting at me in her divorce attorney/treats me like her daughter even though I am six months older/really loving way:
You are forgetting how smart and independent you are! Stop selling yourself short! Of course you can handle the banking and bills, any idiot far below you can so stop thinking that you can’t because you have no choice anyway!
She was right.
I was always smart (3.7 GPA thank you very much) and capable. And independent.
Somewhere I either stopped thinking about that or pushed it way back behind my role as wife and mother.
There’s so much more to me than being mommy and there was so much more to me than being a wife.
What makes you YOU? I mean, who are you aside from Mrs.? Who are you aside from mommy or account executive?
Do you feel that sometimes those roles start to overtake you and that you lose sight of who you are, who you were, where you come from and where you are going?
What do you love aside from running? Did you know there’s actually more to me than my miles?
Remembering your interests and who you are as an individual is so important in order to stay true to yourself and not lose yourself in your own life.
I love hockey.
It never made much sense because I have always been super girly but hockey was my first love in life next to Barbie and Hello Kitty.
I still wear my Islanders jacket from when I was a kid. It’s considered vintage now and that’s really scary.
Following hockey at a level far beyond the average sports fan always made me feel special. I had this knowledge unfamiliar to most girls (and boys too), a knowledge I truly loved and developed through my own interest.
I still love Hello Kitty as I told you yesterday.
So stupidly I thought that once I was married I would have to give up my collection and leave it at my parent’s house.
But that’s ridiculous.
It’s a part of me and I never should have left it behind.
I keep some kitties in the corner of my room, you can’t see them when you walk in but trust me, they are there and I know it.
And my sticker collection.
Gosh I just love my Lisa Frank sticker collection (all on original backings) and I don’t care that I am 36, they make me happy and I will continue to search Ebay for the stickers I may be missing and to keep track of their value.
Lately I just like to remind myself of what I love (aside from running and peanut butter) and what makes me me.
Your interests enhance your personality and keep you grounded in some independence while you carry on with the rest of your roles in life.
It doesn’t matter what interests you, just never give it up. Never forget who you are or what you are capable of doing.
You know, I am feeling all empowered now. Like I should buy a tool kit or something.
Home improvements were never my forte.
Is it super freezing or snowing by you today? Will you run outside anyway?
What are some of your hobbies/interests that people may not know about?
Are you handy around the house?