Last night my daughter, who is struggling to get into a regular fitness routine, came to me to ask if I wanted to go running with her. The last time we ran it was super slow for me but I knew that going into it. Do you know what I did when she asked me? In a round about but direct kind of way I basically told her she had to run faster and I’d run a little slower and see how she did. Now, I do believe that she has many excuses as a safety net but the girl does not run. For a while she was running a mile regularly but school got in the way and work got in the way and her life was busy. Now she could have made a better effort to find time but I shouldn’t judge because at one point I wasn’t working out at all so who the hell am I? She came to me so I would get her out to run and I basically made it sound too hard and she made other plans which may or may not happen. Shame on me! What the hell! I sit here day after day saying how much I like helping people and my child came to me for help and I basically acted like a snob who didn’t want to slow her legs down. Why? I don’t have a race for weeks and it’s only 7 miles at that. I’m not competing with anyone and no one in the world cares if I run slow on any given day. Also, let’s face it. My body and all it’s leggy cellulite isn’t going to get worse or even better for that matter if I run slower for any reason. What was I thinking acting like that and turning her away. I tried to get her up this morning but she turned over and kept sleeping. I deserve that. I clearly need to keep a better mindset for helping people especially those looking for my help. I need to remember that I’m just a 48 year old woman and nothing outstanding or spectacular. I’m not a celebrity and no one cares about what I do and when and even if. I’m not even training for a goal time for The Falmouth Road Race really. I mean I want to beat my 1:18:15 from last year but I really don’t care if I don’t because it’s the fun of the weekend I’m really looking forward to.
So to those of you who may be getting a little too big for your britches like I was last night, keep my stupidity in mind. When someone comes to you for help, unless you’re training to win the Boston Marathon or compete in the Olympics, help them. a 3 mile run is still a 3 mile run whether you do it in 30 minutes or 40. It still counts. Don’t be a D-Brenna! (that’s douchebad Brenna)