You realize that this is also a bit of a parenting blog, right?
But even when I try to explain why it is that so many of my recent runs have been overlapping with episodes that also involve juggling my parenting duties, I can’t say exactly the reason for that.
Trying to run every day in April is a juggling act. Metaphorically, at least.
Usually, when life butts up against my running schedule, the running schedule gives and life wins. So, for example when my parenting duties invoke the necessity for driving Claire halfway across the city on a Thursday evening so that she can spend an hour swimming laps the two hours of my evening that this consumes usually does not leave time for anything but parking my butt on a bench poolside and watching her lesson.
I sat up in bed shortly before 4 am this morning and in a kind of quasi-dream-state-eureka-moment I realized that I could run WHILE she was swimming. You can ask why I hadn’t thought of this before, but I’ll tell you: when kids are small (a) they expect you to watch and (b) their instructors expect you to be close at hand in case of emergency or meltdown. I haven’t quite normalized the mentality of being a parent of a nearly nine-year-old.
“I’m going running while you swim.” I told her.
“Ok.” She didn’t even really care.
So I dropped her off, laced up in the swimming pool change rooms, and ran a speedy five klick loop of the neighbourhood.
I think I just made swimming lessons tolerable.