“I really like your blog,” my mum told me the other day.
Followed closely by a tentative:
“Although there’s not a lot of running in it, is there?”
Well, no actually. I suppose there isn’t.
But you see, I haven’t yet got my evenings back, because the baby still thinks it’s great to stay up late, and I’m really quite tired what with the night wakings, and I don’t have lots of childcare help during the days, and it’s been quite hot recently, and I’ve had a bit of a cough, and…
A friend recently said to me that if you really want something, you’ll find a way, and if you really don’t, you’ll find an excuse.
Which I think is pretty much the truth and has given me a bit of a kick up the arse.
Because when it comes to next year’s marathon, I really really want it. Not that you’d know, because I’ve been making a fair few excuses recently.
I didn’t realise I was making excuses. I thought they were reasons. And pretty valid reasons at that.
But they’re not. And here’s why.
Because I knew I would have very little time to train when I signed up. Just like I knew I’d be tired, and I knew summer was approaching, and I knew – what with a two-year-old who goes to nursery once a week – illnesses would be frequent in our house.
But I signed up to run 26.2 miles regardless. And this time, that means signing up to the whole time-poor, tired package too.
I’ve just started reading Haruki Murakami’s What I Talk About When I Talk About Running*. In it, he reveals he adopted the mantra, “Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional,” to see him through his many marathons.
I now know marathon training as a mother will be many things: painful, tiring, tough. It will require more dedication than I have ever had to apply to anything before. But by embracing this fact, it means it doesn’t have to be awful.
So. The first two goals? Upping my training days during the week and a half decent 10K time by September.
No. More. Excuses.
*I have two children and very little me-time. In two years I will probably still only be on chapter three.