When last we left me I’d finished Running for a Better Oakland.
The 5k race where the child had been entirely convinced she stood a chance of winning.
To this misfit-mama it felt like the PERFECT way to encourage my child’s nascent love of running (Im jealous! Im jeaous!) and, more than that, a serendipitous opportunity to practice what I longed to preach about moving our bodies in fun, playful ways!
First and foremost I knew I had to focus on the WHAT of the weekend in Napa.
What on EARTH did this non-runner, exercises-mainly-by-way-of-PLAY Mama have to share with these amazing women?
What *else* would a BRAZEN MISFIT do but take a much adored concept and attempt to turn it on its head?
I decided to take the beaten-to-DEATH S.M.A.R.T. goals and make them my own.
I created B.R.A.Z.E.N. goals.
That decision made I was free to commence my training program.
My fabulous comprehensive program created by wise runnerwoman Amanda.
I commenced. I focused.
I attended a training run offered by ZOOMA, enjoyed the camaraderie, and even snapped this slightly askew photo whilst running:
The thing is, while I was off running and photo-snapping, I missed out on an event with the Tornado.
It wasn’t a huge deal—but it sparked me to step back and question:
Is running a half-marathon my priority right now?
Quite frankly my answer was NO.
terrible program follower misfit, I went out the next week and ran ten miles to see if I even had it in me to do a half-marathon.
I did it, but the run felt *interminable.*
It was in that moment I realized the half was more about my ego than about the child.
To her a 5k, 10k, or half-marathon are all the same.
She’s excited to See mama run! and might even prefer the waiting-length of a 10k over the WAAAITING LENGTH of her mama’s half-marathon pace.
I know I’d prefer that too.
- When I was still and honest with myself I was running the half-marathon because it felt more of an impressive accomplishment than a 10k.
- When I was still and honest with myself I knew even running a 10k would be an accomplishment for ME and that’s all that matters.
- When I was still and *brutally* honest with myself running the half-marathon for *me* would have been ego driven and that’s not how I strive to be.
I re-evaluated my goal and realized it was time to tweak.
Running the 10k would give me more time for the letter R and N (foreshadowing! foreshadowing!) and, at the same time, remove my EGO from the entire race’equation.
And so that’s my update of sorts.
- My ego has been surgically removed from the Zooma Napa weekend.
- My enthusiasm is now completely sparked by the opportunity to share/get feedback on B.R.A.Z.E.N. goal setting.
- My race day bag is already packed with temporary tattoos to give away
lovingly smash upon the skin of some new running friends.
And it all feels just perfectly, ego-less *right.*