In high school, my addiction to running started and continued to intensify as I grew older. Thirty some years later, I haven’t shaken the addiction, but I’ve found that the emotional high that I get from running helps in other areas of my life. Running relieves stress in a positive way. Running instantly clears my mind and always helps me to find solutions to many quandaries and other things on mind. Thankfully, running keeps me fit.
When my daughter was as young as ten or maybe younger, she gingerly rode her bike alongside me as I ran. How far? Five miles. You might think that’s far, but she completed the ride with ease. Like me, her body grew conditioned to the ride. The ride served two purposes: 1. Instead of sitting in front of the T.V., she was outside exercising taking in lots of fresh air. 2. Most importantly, we enjoyed quality time together. Due to work and school, quality time was a rarity, so the five-mile ride/run gave us that time.
As she grew older, she took on swimming and decided that running wasn’t her thing. I was cool with that because I’m not big on pushing my kids into an activity where they show no interest. Hubby and I always let our children decide which activities they wish to take part in. Our nine-year old wants to box now, so… we’re looking for a boxing class. Is that my first choice, NO! But, that’s what he wants to do so, we’ll roll with it. Where did he get boxing from? I have no idea.
Although my daughter is older (22), we still experience peaks and valleys in our relationship. That’s normal and typical. I’m convinced that moms and daughters have this chip special chip in our DNA. Lol! The chips aren’t always in sync. When they are in sync, everything is dreamy and fabulous. But when those chips malfunction, all hell breaks loose! Lately the chip has been in the malfunction mode, but I have faith that the chips will soon re-sync.
For the first time, at least that I can remember, we actually ran together. We both planned an outdoor run, but were initially unaware of the others plan. When I realized that her plan was to run outside, I invited her to run with me.
Bundled up for a run - January 2012
The air was cool, about 36 degrees and there was a moderate breeze blowing. We adjusted our iTunes play lists and I set my MapMyRun application on my phone. Geez! Years ago, I’d have no clue about how technology would impact my daily jogging routine.
As we set out, step-by-step for our run, we unknowingly left our differences behind. We shared a common goal of enjoying the afternoon sun, opening our lungs to the crisp fresh winter air, and finishing the run with a set distance in mind.
Having a lengthy relationship with running, my body is typically ready to kick into gear. The endorphins set in and I want to eagerly glide with the wind. Only a conditioned runner can tell you about the days when you feel like you could literally run for hours. Remember earlier that I said that running is an addiction! Hehe! However, my daughter being a novice runner worked to find her rhythm and successfully ploughed forward.
Periodically I checked to make sure that she was with me and was proud of her for not giving up. I know that she wanted to, but she pushed herself. Out there on the street, I forgot all about our recent challenges, differences of opinions, and the like.
It wasn’t until later that I realized something.
While running, I did not allow the gap between us to become too big! Bingo! Monitor our relationship the same way and minimize the gap as much as possible.
Of course, the day-to-day activity in monitoring and bridging the gap is often more challenging, but in reality, I need to apply the same principles that I do when I run 13 miles– Take one step at a time. Translation: One day at a time, one hour at a time, and one minute at a time. I’m committed.