I went to bed on Friday night with the intention of rising early on Saturday to hoof it through the Undy 5000 5K I registered for a few weeks back. That was my intention. Instead, I caught up on some much needed sleep while my sainted husband took the kiddies.
This morning, I made up for my Saturday absence by attending my first ever run class at Positively Fit. I ran a little under 3.5 miles - and at 6am to boot. It was grueling, but it was also wonderful. I can hear you saying, "Wonderful? Right! What's so wonderful about that?" But it really was and here's why:
My life at home with Charlie (my darling Charlie who is battling tooth and nail against the effects of his cerebral palsy and epilepsy) is really shitty right now. He is frustrated and needy and the only way he feels he can communicate with us is by squealing. Its that same high pitched screaming piglet-style squeal that he's been doing since the beginning of September. It sucks all of the oxygen out of the room and leaves everyone in its wake with tears and a migraine. His screaming has me crying at every turn. I cried through boot camp class on Monday. I spent 15 minutes in the shower on Tuesday crying into a towel. I fell apart on my Chiropractor's table today. I'm just at a complete loss. So when I went running this morning, I was able to treat myself to a cool November breeze, the soft sound of foot fall and a quiet conversation with a running partner. My legs were killing me, but my world was quiet. For a brilliant 55 minutes, I had a little peace.