Marathon Monday indeed! First off, good luck to all those who have trained and qualified for a little race called the Boston Marathon and are running from the suburb of Hopkinton to Copley Square in Bean Town (one of my former stomping grounds). I’m personally pulling for Shalane Flanagan 🙂 If I want to ever participate in this Holy Grail of marathons I would have to run a marathon in under 03:35:00 to qualify. I’m definitely not training to run the Marine Corps Marathon in that time. Just finishing is more my speed (pun totally intended).

In an irony that is not lost on me, I begin my marathon training today. That means approximately 6 months of pounding the pavement, drinking my body weight in water, and reacquainting myself with ice baths. I woke up today just reminding myself that today is one day out of the whole process. I just need to concentrate on what needs to be done today and then I can feel some sense of accomplishment when I can check off today’s workout.

I recently realized that I really miss the structure and schedules I had in college or even when I was had my most recent job before our son came into our lives. Get up & do the hygiene thing. Eat. Go to my job/class. Eat. Continue with work/job. Workout. Eat. Study/relax. Sleep. Easy. It was a time where I barely watched tv or was even on my computer aside from doing homework during my college days.

Now my daily schedule lays in the hands of my toddler- the real master of the manor.

I get up & rush through looking at emails/checking in on The Trail Less Traveled. Chug a coffee or half of a Monster Zero. Help little man break out of his crib and get his day going with breakfast. Do chores (laundry or dishes… right now I throw in packing into the mix). Entertain toddler with books, games, and try to teach him at least one new word. Lunch time followed by nap time. Nap time is glorious. 2 hours that gives me time to eat, shower, and blog. My son wakes up from his nap & then the next few hours consist of redirecting him from jumping on the couch or running in circles around the coffee table (I really wish I were exaggerating). Sometimes I make dinner ahead of time but to be honest my husband is the cook of the family. If it were left up to me we’d be eating the same four meals in rotation. He cooks and I keep our son alive. I think it’s a pretty good trade off. I also utilize this time to go for my run. Dinner is followed by our son’s bedtime routine. Then it’s parental relaxation time… aka we catch up on our DVRed shows. Such an exciting life I lead huh?

Now, don’t get me wrong. This is not me complaining. I’m just notating how life morphs into something unexpected (but manageable at some level) sometimes. There are definitely things that I could do to change how my day rolls like putting our son into a daycare and taking on a job. Or just do my own thing and flat out ignore my son all day. Neither of those things sound even remotely appealing right now (and I hope in the latter case, that it will not be appealing EVER). I’m just saying that there are days were I miss having my own timeline rather than conforming to someone else’s. But that’s essentially what parenting is isn’t it? I miss having weekends off. But really we never have days off. Life happens whether it’s parenting, fulfilling household obligations, making fun memories, etc. Life is just daily transitions.

But don’t you worry about me. I have plans. Big plans. Running my first marathon. Getting my Masters degree is at the top of my list. After that I’ll head back to work when our son is in kindergarten. I will find balance once again. Lord knows that day will not be today though. For everyone who feels like they are in a rut revisit your priorities and goals. Your own health and well-being is number one. If you’re not taking care of yourself you won’t be much good to anyone else. So in the words of Jay-Z….

I’m on to the next one.

Whether it’s miles, memories, or responsibilities. I’ve got this.

Edit: I’m currently watching the aftermath of the explosions that occurred at the Boston Marathon. My heart and prayers go out to everyone in the area. So many emotions. I just can’t explain it.