Why, yes, it continues that “I am a runner“. Thank you for asking. Well, OK my original plan has been a bit altered and I am essentially starting over, but still…
If you may recall, I’d decided to do a sofa to 5k- type running plan and I was really enjoying it for a good three weeks. But then my time got sucked up. Prior to this point I’d pretty much blamed becoming a new Mum as the reason that I no longer had time to do things for myself, but it turns out the kid is not actually the one to blame. Once I started thinking about when I could run, there was a very small window between when my husband came home and dinner time. Any time after that would see me too wired to sleep. Yep, fine. But then my husband’s work started getting mad out of control with managers jetting in who needed to be taken out for dinner (This makes it sound so grand to be in education, does it not?) accreditation audits that needed to be prepared for, etc. Long-short, my small window disappeared. Yes, I admit that I sulked.
But we had a talk and somehow he’s managed to organise so that I can have two days a week for running. Wednesday, Friday and I can sneak a run in at the weekend. That just sounds grand, but theory is not practice. Things come up like clingy ill children, ill adults, unplanned meet ups, birthday parties, one-year celebrations and trips abroad. I’ve felt myself slipping into the idea that I am not meant to do this.
“Shake it off!”, I tell myself. “I AM meant to do this.”
So, I’m shifting my viewpoint. Rather than regretting my lack of running time at the end of every week, I am just trying to be grateful for all the sessions I can get in. Yes, my progress is going to be a lot slower, but I need to remind myself that I’m doing this for my own health and enjoyment, not to win any sort of contest. Shall I abandon the ‘Sofa to 5K’ rubric? I don’t think so. If I have to stay on week 6 of the plan for two months, so be it. Slow and steady wins the race, right?
How do you compromise on your goals? How much compromise is too much?