It’s Saturday night…
Hubby is on night shift, and I didn’t get my act together in time to rent a chick flick, so here I am.
Haven’t sorted out the race deal yet. My friend would like me to walk a 10k with her in June, which sounds good to me. The goal remains, though, to run a 5k this summer.
Okay, enough small talk.
Does anyone else have anyone in their lives who tries to “sabotage” or rain on your parade?? When I initially started losing the post-baby weight, I had a lot of difficulty with one friend of mine who is very overweight. It was very textbook-ish, as we went through a lot of emotions about this together, and I’m sure we’ll continue to do that. She is able to talk fairly openly with me about her feelings, though, and I think we’ve come out OK. Another person in my life is a different story. She is so negative about me running … and so very verbal about that … that today I had to declare the topic off-limits. No more. She goes on and on about how running is really for elite athletes (she’s never jogged a meter in her life … (yep, I said “meter” just for Jon…. ) I’ve had to set boundaries in the past with her, but today this had to be addressed. I’m getting better at confronting these things. Surprising myself these days, generally-harmony-loving me.
When I think about the reasons why I wanted to blog, I think that it’s the support that’s really key. I grin because I’m a new runner full of questions and queries, and I can celebrate small successes and gain support from an experienced and empathetic circle of people. That’s huge. I certainly am blessed with other supportive friends and family members … but the RBF really fills a need for me in that sense. I’m surprised at how early I’ve recognized that in my blogging experience.
Okay, laundry is calling.
