I was a relatively fit person until the the babies happened. I say “happened” because they happened quickly and much closer together than my body (or mind) had prepared for! Two kids and two unplanned c-sections in under two years left me feeling literally sliced in two. Then when my husband ran his 4th marathon this past November, I felt inspired (if you’ve ever watched one of these things you know what I mean). So, silly me decided to enter the lottery for the NYC Half Marathon, thinking I’d never get in as almost 36,000 people apply for only 9500 spots. Well, you can probably guess what happened. I. Got. The F. In.
Immediate panic hit me. How was I supposed to run 13.1 miles when I could barely make it through one without feeling like dying would definitely be a more practical choice than this torture?! The truth is, I had been looking for something in my life. Something I could do away from the kids and my work and my husband. Something to gain my strength back for my body as well as my mind. Realistically, that could have been a weekly yoga class or something like that. I didn’t really anticipate it being running for two hours straight!
My sister Alex, the closet optimist, unknowingly gave me the courage I needed. She said, “it’s a sign that you got in.” A sign from wherever in the Universe I had been sending all my inner turmoil over how hard it is to take care of two young kids. To not have a single moment to yourself. To feel like you’re doing the hardest job you’ve ever done, yet don’t get paid, can’t eat or shower or sleep. Or go to the bathroom. Well, the pitty party Gods must have heard me, because now I was hand delivered an invitation to a lot of Me time.
Andriana from hankandjojo.com
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