Sharon is a Licensed Clinical Social Worker with a background in mental health, substance abuse, and child welfare.
“I tried my hand at being a work at home mom, but in 2009 I decided that being a stay at home mom is what works best for me and my family, at least for now. As my kids like to say, I’m “The Boss” of the family, which includes my husband of 9 years, two daughters (ages 4 and 6), and a giant goldfish named Princess Leia. My girls are beautiful and curious and wild and exhausting, and life is never, ever dull! I love reading, traveling, trying new restaurants, and shopping for bargains. I’m also training to run my first marathon in February 2013.”
In last week’s column, I promised to write more about “hitting the wall” and how to prevent it. But see, the thing is, I ran 20 miles yesterday, and my body and brain have come to a bit of a standstill. I didn’t hit the proverbial wall. I took ibuprofen before the run, drank Gatorade and water during it, took my GU and Sport Beans, and drank Endurox afterwards to assist with recovery. I even wore my new CEP compression sleeves. All in all, I was pretty well prepared for this run, and I don’t feel all that bad. Still…I ran TWENTY MILES! Just to put that into perspective, that’s similar to running from Staten Island to Manhattan, or from Ft. Lauderdale to Miami. And I hurt. My hips are so stiff that I can barely walk up and down the stairs. My leg muscles are sore and tender. I have a slight headache and a mysterious bruise just under my knee that appeared around mile 18. I’m definitely not 100%, and I probably won’t be for another day or two. But the thing about being a mom is that you don’t get sick days. There are school parties to attend and dollhouses to assemble and homework to help with and fights to break up. My four year old doesn’t care that I ran 20 miles yesterday. She scraped her knee and wants to be carried up the stairs, darn it! So I’ll carry her, and I’ll cook and clean and do my mommy job. And no one will know about my aches and pains. But that’s okay because I’ll have a smile on my face…because I did something amazing yesterday. And that’s all mine.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends!
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