Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Hitting Your Stride

One of the first things you learn when you begin to run is the importance of finding your stride. This is the optimal pace at which to run. This is the pace that feels good and right, any slower and you feel as if you're lumbering along, any faster and you feel stressed and uncomfortable and you have to slow down or fall back to a walk.

I had it pretty well figured out when I was running in my neighborhood. The right music helped. Then the temperatures started climbing and I retreated into the athletic center at Trinity (where as a faculty spouse I can use the equipment for free). Running on a treadmill is a totally different beast. Finding your stride on a treadmill, where you have to manual change the speed is a little less daunting than finding a needle in a hay stack. I'm slowly getting there, one run at a time.

Summer has kind of been like that so far. There are times when I've sort of felt lost without my comfortable routine to ground me. But part of the beauty of summer, and I believe this with all my heart, is releasing those routines, the things that keep us on schedule and letting the day just flow by. Having an eight year old helps a lot. The Kid is the king of living in the moment and he pulls me up there with him.

At times, I've felt as if I'm floundering but I'm learning to let go, let the current of the day take me.

Don't get me wrong, I love structure and routine but I'm learning to love their absence a little bit too.


  1. God he is cute!!

    I'm about to begin this, too--today was the last day of school! I feel a little stressed, but I've been calming myself into remembering how I feel when vacation ends--how I miss the flowing, natural time I spend with my little boy. It's all so very good...

    Here's to us (I'm mentally holding a glass of champagne) having an absolutely fabulous summer with our guys!!

  2. He's so cute!

    I'm just terrible at keeping to a routine. I'll be all organized for a few days, then I feel everything coming undone, my routines like balloons, slipping out of my grasp and floating away, until they're a teeny dot in the sky.

    Then, I miss them. :/