A passel of seven, moving through life together, is bound face a diagnosis or two along the way. You know the type- the ones that raise your stress, but decrease your ability to breathe.
The past few years have been a season of these for our family. Seemingly endless doctor appointments, phone calls with scheduling, insurance debacles, and that nagging worry, lurking just above consciousness, that our lives could drastically change at any second.
It’s easy, when the chores don’t get done, work doesn’t get finished, or I have to apologize for the tenth time that day for snapping at the kids, to starting imagining that my walk through life is really just a trudge through a quicksand laden swamp.
Taking up running (and FitMooney yoga sessions!) has helped keep me from that quicksand. Most days.
Recently I was running at a track while my mom walked. Every time I passed her I gasped, “This is so hard! I don’t know what’s wrong today!” It wasn’t until I had finished my personal race that I checked the time and realized I had run a pace that was a minute and twelve seconds faster per mile than what I usually do.
In the midst of my abnormally arduous exercise, when I felt like I was failing, I was actually doing the best I ever have.
It taught me two things that I’m going to keep close to my heart:
One – it’s okay to slow down.
Two – I’m doing better than I think I am.
And if no one has told you that truth today, keep reading.
It’s okay to slow down.
You’re doing so much better than you think you are.