I remember the first time I realized I really couldn’t do anything I wanted, despite all my best intentions. I was in Grade Eight, my final year of Middle School, and I decided it was time for me to play a sport. Specifically, I would try out for soccer.
Let me preamble this by saying that I was never a sporty person. I played soccer when I was very young and all I can remember from that experience is a distinct sense of dread from making a goal in my own net. Who knows if that actually happened. Maybe I just never made a goal. Maybe I watched someone else get an own-goal. Maybe I was the star of the team. The only thing I know was that I hated it.
Then came basketball. This time I was older – early Middle School. My younger sister decided that she was a female Michael Jordan and so we just had to be signed up for basketball. Yes. We. Because in my family, my sister and I did things together. Except of course we weren’t the same age so we weren’t on the same team. And of course I had absolutely no friends on my team. And of course I had absolutely no skill. And of course I hated basketball!
And then, there was gym class – the most dreaded activity for a girl who was unsure of herself and unsure of her body and unsure of her place in the middle school social hierarchy. My best friend and I would spend gym class trying to out-sick each other so that we would be allowed to sit out.
So I have no idea why I thought I could play school soccer in eighth grade and I have no idea why I thought I even wanted to. I think I thought that as an eighth grader, I would be more valuable than a sixth or seventh grader. Perhaps I thought that having the coach as a math teacher would give me a leg up. I might have even thought that kicking a ball into a giant net really wasn’t that hard at all.
So, I signed my name on the try-out sheet and I spent my afternoons after school running drills and doing push-ups.
I didn’t make the team.
I probably would have made the team had I stuck with soccer as a preschooler. I probably would have made the team had I made it my goal when I first entered Middle School instead of in my final year. But neither of those things happened. I didn’t make the team because I wasn’t very good. As a high achiever, I was shocked to learn that I couldn’t do everything, especially if I did not prepare or work hard for what I wanted.
As I faced this past weekend’s two (yes, two!) races, I was sure I’d be taught this same lesson again.
Saturday morning was my goal race for this year, a 10K that I signed up for the moment I was given permission to run again post-Gavin. And, of course, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to run the 5K race the night before when the challenge was presented to me. When I signed up for these races, I had a meticulously planned training schedule. I would run the races. I would be ready. I would be awesome.
As the weekend approached, I realized I was unprepared. For both races.
What I failed to account for in my training schedule was that I had two kids, one of whom is still a newborn. I failed to remember that the sun sets earlier and earlier as we move out of the summer. I didn’t think about where I would run or when I would run or how I would be able to handle such long runs with a baby at home needing his Mama.
The last time I ran a full 5 kilometres was during August’s race. And before this past weekend, I had still, not once, not ever, ran a full 10 kilometres. The closest I had come was 60 minutes of running broken up into 15 minute chunks with 20 minutes of walking interspersed.
The goal that I had set for myself months ago was starting to look almost completely unattainable. I wanted this. So bad. But I was unprepared. I could taste the disappointment before I even laced up my sneakers.
As I crossed the starting line on Friday night, taking those first few strides that would eventually become 15 kilometres during the following 14 hours, I looked to the sidelines and saw my little two year old in his father’s arm holding up a Run Fast Mama sign that he and I had made that day. Just one little boy rooting for his Mama. One little boy who had missed out on good-night kisses because I was out running. One little boy who saw me work hard for something I wanted and was there to cheer for me as I accomplished it. One little boy just holding up a sign with letters on it, watching his Mama. That’s all. That’s all it took.
I really thought I’d be writing today about the disappointment of not meeting my goal. I thought the moral would be that sometimes we need to change our goals and not be so hard on ourselves and realize that family sometimes gets in the way of our individual goals, for better or worse.
But the truth is, somehow, I accomplished all my goals. I ran my 5K race faster than I ran the last one. I actually (surprisingly) ran the whole 10K race the following morning and I did it in under 75 minutes. Check. Check. Check. I really did it.
My body wasn’t prepared for those races, but unlike those soccer try-outs in eighth grade, my mind was. I had been thinking about these races for months. I have been planning for them and yes, even training for them. I knew if I didn’t run the races, start to finish, I would be disappointed in myself. I paced and I pushed and I prayed (I really did) and I thought about those faces I would see as I crossed the finish line, smiling and cheering, and saying my name. Mama.
I made my way back to my little family of boys after having multiple medals draped over my head (yes, multiple. When you run two races in two days you deserve an extra medal). “Mama?” Cameron asked. “Did you win the race?”
I didn’t run the fastest. I didn’t come in first. But “Yes, baby. Mommy won the race!”. I made a goal and I accomplished it. I wanted something and I went for it. I worked hard for something hard. I won. And Cameron? Gavin? You can’t do everything. But you can do anything you want if you put your mind to it and if you’re willing to work hard for it. You might not be the best at it, but you can do it, if you try. And babies? I’ll be cheering for you the entire time.
Race: Maritime Race Weekend
Date: September 14, 2012
Distance: 5 km
Time: 32 minutes, 37 seconds
Personal Best: 30 minutes, 34 seconds (August 2011)
Pace: 6 minutes, 32 seconds per km
Place: 494/852
Race: Maritime Race Weekend
Date: September 15, 2012
Distance: 10 km
Time: 1 hour, 10 minutes, 56 seconds
Personal Best: —
Pace: 7 minutes, 6 seconds per km
Place: 445/642
Ran the 5K race on Friday night with my sister and brother-in-law.
What is one hard thing that you have accomplished? What message would you have your kids take from your hard work?
Melanie says
Love this post! It brought tears to my eyes and made me smile. Your kids make you feel like you can do anything :) Congrats on your two race victories!
Laura says
Thanks Melanie! I can’t wait to hear about your first race victory too! :)
It is so true – my kids motivated me so much during those races. At the 10K, my kids weren’t there at the start of the race and I didn’t know if they would be there at the end. The night before the dressed up pirated were shooting their musket guns after the runners left and before the runners started to cross the finish line. The noise scared Cameron so much, and so Dan didn’t want to subject Cam to that again. As we were driving to the 10K, I noticed I wasn’t as excited and I realized it was because I wasn’t sure if Cameron would be there cheering for me.
It was so great to see them at the finish line!
Laura recently posted..Did You Win, Mama?
Alison says
I’m so stinkin’ proud of you.
You’re an awesome role model for your boys. Putting your mind to it and making it happen. Go you!
Alison recently posted..I Don’t Sleep
Laura says
I think that is one of my favourite things about my races this year. Cameron is finally able to watch me and see what I do. He was a little too young last year to really grasp it and until I ran a race, he just knew that I was going running every time I had my workout clothes and sneakers on. But I doubt he could picture what that meant. As soon as he watched my first race this year, everything just sort of clicked, and he and I could talk about my running a whole lot more.
I really hope that in the coming years, I’ll be able to run races with him! :) (The race I ran in August has a kid’s run that he can enter when he’s three… next year!)
Laura recently posted..Did You Win, Mama?
Candice says
YAY LAURA!!! I’ve been following your run journey and was so happy to be able to run a good portion of the run with you Saturday morning – and was FLOORED by how AMAZING you did!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!! You have so much to be proud of!! :) YAAAAAAY!
Laura says
It was so nice to be able to run the first of the race with you, Candice! This weekend was the first time I have really known anyone at the races I’ve been in, so it really helped me enjoy the races even more! I loved running with my sister during the 5k and you during the 10k! And congrats to you too! :)
Laura recently posted..Did You Win, Mama?
Raymond Oickle says
Congrats Laura, just entering and finishing makes you a winner. Once upon a time I was a bit of an athlete, loved tennis. When I was 16, my doubles partner and I won the 16 and under doubles in Nova Scotia. I really wished I had kept up with my tennis…oh well, now I’m just an armchair athlete!
So…whens the next race? :)
Raymond Oickle recently posted..Internet privacy!
Laura says
As I got closer to running the 10k, I tried to redefine my goal from “running 10k” to “finishing 10k”. I told myself I’d be fine if I ran and walked and just crossed the finish line, but the truth was that it really would have killed me. I’m hypocritical, because I am so proud of people who get through those races by running or run/walking or even just walking. But for me, my dream was to Run 10K. The whole way. And no matter how much I tried to redefine my goal, I just don’t think I could convince myself.
The next race is in November. It is a half marathon relay race for teams of three. Each of us will run 7K. After that, I’m not sure. I was planning to make my next “goal race” a half marathon in the Spring, but after training for the 10K, I realized that I can’t commit to running that long each time I go out to train. At least not until I have a baby whom I am no longer breastfeeding and who no longer needs me to get to sleep. It isn’t fair to my baby or to my husband to be gone for so long when they are pretty much helpless without me. The half marathon might have to wait for a few years until I’m done having babies and breastfeeding. We’ll see.
Laura recently posted..Did You Win, Mama?
Courtney Kirkland says
Way to go mama!! Who cares if you ran it the fastest? I think it rocks that you set your mind to something and went out there and did it. And your boys? That’s what they’ll remember. That their mama wanted to achieve something and didn’t stop until she did. Those are the lessons that matter most. Not teaching our kids that it’s not success if we don’t win. :)
Courtney Kirkland recently posted..30 Week Bumpdate
Laura says
Thanks Courtney! That is totally the lesson I want to teach them. It was a lesson that I came to the hard way. I had a really hard time in university because I just wasn’t the best at things anymore like I was when I was growing up. It was so hard to find my place in the world when I found so many other people who were better at doing what I was trying to do.
I hope my boys watch me do things like this and realize that winning is in the journey. Winning is in the completion of something. Winning is doing the best them they can be.
Laura recently posted..Did You Win, Mama?
Natalie says
That is so awesome! I love the pic of your boy cheering you on! I’m so proud of you…you did it! Don’t know if I could have done the same. Way to stick to your goals!
Natalie recently posted..Wordless Wednesday-Go Team!
Kimberly says
Way to go! I am so very proud of you! You set your mind to something and you didn’t stop until you got there. That’s the lesson your boys will remember. It’s not about coming in first or having the fastest time. It’s putting your mind to something.
Kimberly recently posted..You Are…