Wednesday, March 14, 2012
I love running, the feel of it, even in the first mile. I do miss it, too. But I had grown to feel robbed if I didn't get out and RUN if the weather was beautiful.
Today, I realized that to run, Savannah would have to ride her too-small bike (reminder to self: must move her up to the next size) and we'd do without a proper dinner.
The ancestral approach to fitness has got me really understanding that I don't have to have 45 minutes of hard breathing to get a fantastic workout, and that I want my body to work great in all different ways.
Today was GORGEOUS. In the 70's and it's still winter, and this is central Ohio! Tomorrow it will rain. My schedule tonight was this:
Savannah and me home by 6PM.
Eat somewhere in there.
Piano lesson for Savannah at 8PM tonight--not the usual, but she had a makeup lesson to do, and a piano competition this weekend.
So, with just 1.6 hours to eat and play, I opted to reheat some brisket, have a salad, and she and I would walk down to the park in our shorts and just throw a frisbee. Seven minute walk both ways, with a full half hour of throwing the frisbee, chasing it, discovering that my 9 year old is not bad at frisbee! Discovering that my 46 year old body takes off running and catches the frisbee great. Still got the eye-hand coordination going.
I remember my first "walk" in December with Savannah for exercise after the worst of the respiratory trouble. She wanted to stop by the playground, but I wanted to get "my exercise" in. I sensed that I was missing the point. It's hard to exercise well with a toddler, but a 9 year old? Playing with a 9 year old is awesome exercise.
I intend to play as often with Savannah as I can before she leaves me behind.
I love running, and I'll do it again. I need to do some to survive the Ninja Mud Run in July.
But I won't do running instead of play with Savannah when the perfect thing to do is just play.