This week I ran 3 times, for a total of 17 miles. I’ve been using the (free!) app runBSX and I will have a review plus a cool giveaway to go along with that this week. (Seriously… you’ll want to enter!) So even though for the most part I’m trying to not get too hung up on my pace/mileage, I did do some tracking this week while testing.
The latter half of the week was much kinder running weather!
This week… I’m getting my monthly massage, I hope to do yoga, I’ll run several times, one of which will be the Mums on the Run race – my first race with the baby and the stroller!
Today’s #BlogEveryDayInMay prompt: If you couldn’t answer with your job, how would you answer the question, ‘what do you do’?
My first instinct was to say “runner”… then I felt guilty, thinking I should now respond with the word “mom”. And then I felt guilty thinking I should say “wife”… But it’s hard to narrow down my life roles! That’s the reason my twitter bio says:
It still feels weird to identify myself as “mom”. It’s completely natural to say mom, mommy, mama to my daughter… but to say I am a parent in the real world is still kind of weird. I’m barely getting used to saying the phrase “my daughter.” Every time the baby has an appointment with the pediatrician, they call and ask to speak to “the parent of Alexis”. Come on… you have my name in your records… you can ask for me by name, right?! Just because I’m a mom doesn’t mean I’m no longer “Jill”…. right? Yet, not really… hence…
Whenever people ask me how I like being a mom, I never know how to answer. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE my daughter. (I can’t even fill this post with enough LOVEs to properly express my feelings for her.) Yet at the same time, I definitely feel there are a lot of injustices in this whole mom business. You really do lose a part of yourself being a mom. I don’t have the luxury of just going out for a run or sitting down to paint my toenails or laying down to take a nap. Being a parent has made me a crappier employee, I can’t coach runners anymore, I can barely get in showers regularly!
This is kind of free-flowing here… all of this is to say that I should, and I want, to say “I’m Jill” or “I am me” to define myself. My therapist used to tell me that I wasn’t my eating disorder, I was still Jill who happened to have an eating disorder that I was battling. I guess that applies to everything. I am Jill… who happens to be a wife, mom, dog mom, runner, web geek, telecommuter, etc. Yet, right now, perhaps saying that I am a “mom” is the best response as it is pretty all-consuming.
How about you? Is it easy for you to latch onto a way to define yourself?