The first of many guest posts by other mother runners we know (and love). Kicking it off is Phoebe VanScoy Geissler, a New Hampshire mom of two boys who you can find at http://phoebevg.blogspot.com/.
It started with an email.
SBS: Hey, Phoebe! Dim & I were hoping you would do a guest post for Another Mother Runner. It’s title will be “Why I Run.” And can we have it by Saturday?
PVG: Sure! No problem! What an honor. I love you ladies. I love to run. I love to write. And I’ve written about running a jillion times on my blog. This is great. I’m excited. “Why I Run.” Gotcha. Easy peasy. Aaaaannnnndddd... Go!
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Crumb! This is hard! For someone who runs a lot and writes a lot about her running, I should be able to knock out a blog post about it very quickly. I think maybe my trouble here is there are SO many reasons I run that whittling it down to a couple of paragraphs a huge challenge. So, when faced with this Monumental Crisis (BTW, the way you know life is going pretty well is when not being able to verbalize “Why I Run” is deemed a “Monumental Crisis”), I punted by killing the first section with a yarn about how writing about “Why I Run” is hard to do.
Enough jacking around. These ladies want succinct insight, not blathering. So here it is:
*I run because I wear a teeny invisible badge of honor every day after I’ve hit the pavement. Never underestimate the power of a teeny invisible badge of honor.
*I run because it’s not so bad to like the looks of your own legs when you’re pushing 40. And it’s not so bad when other people like the looks of them, too!
*I run because it’s the one arena I have that gives me quantifiable data that affirms my efforts. Yeah, a half-marathon PR can’t give you a hug or a misspelled Mother’s Day card, but it also won’t suddenly, and inexplicably, refuse to get on the school bus.
*I run because I like the looks on the faces of people who ask “What did you do this weekend?” and I get to say, “Oh, I had a long training run...18 miles.” I’m not sure if it’s awe or a genuine concern for my mental health, but either way: It’s priceless.
*And I know it’s gonna sound like pandering, but I honestly run because of the lovin’ I get from the Run Like a Mother: The Book Facebook page and this another mother runner website. Our tribe has every conceivable type of running mom. It’s a safe place to lament a poor showing at a race or “celebrate your awesome” when things go your way. There’s always someone who’s been where I am, and there’s always someone who might benefit from my experience. And always, ALWAYS, there’s room for a good laugh at ourselves and how we cope. This haven on the Interweb definitely, definitely keeps me running.