Two little white lies I tell

When it comes to running and juggling family life, there is a whole host of guilt that can sometimes come along for the ride.  Mostly my kids and husband are proud and happy for me to be out running and being a fitter, healthier person – and a great role model to boot.  But sometimes, Mummy’s out the door at bath/bed time or early in the morning and I get frowns from all these men in my life.

There are 2 little lies that I tell to facilitate my running, and help get my out the door with fewer incoming frowns.

White Lie #1: I’m fine, she said in a slightly panicked high pitched, Basil Faulty style voice

My husband loves me, and he doesn’t want to see me unwell.  So if I am poorly, and I still go for a run, he will give me a hard time.  Every runner will have this debate, should I stay or should I go – is it just the sniffles, or is it more.

And I have to be careful, as I ran myself into the ground, literally, and ended up bed-bound with community acquired pneumonia last November. I couldn’t walk up the stairs without loosing my breath, let alone go for a run. Never mind the feeling of total helplessness coupled with the agony from all the bruising to my core. You think I would have learned, but here I am treading on the line, pushing the boundaries.

Last night, I woke in the middle of the night with a sore throat.  And if I’m honest, the last few days I’ve felt like I’m running on empty, and my nose is running.  I woke my husband with all my tossing and turning last night, and asked him if he had any throat lozenges in his bedside table (dangerous move, as he is very precious about his sleep, but it really hurt).

Today, he will ask him how my throat is (maybe), and despite all my desire for sympathy and someone to look after me and give me a break from the relentless chore monotony – I’ll say, I’m fine.  This way I can still go for my run with no grief, well I still might get grief – but no ‘your not looking after your health’ grief.

I can reason this out, in my plan it is just a 8km jog at a slower pace, and this mild cold, is neck up – and not neck down – meaning its in my head, and not my chest.  I should be fine…lying to myself maybe.

White Lie #2: I’m like the energiser bunny, I just keep going and going and go… .. .

Source: Energiser.com

Until recently, I have been training for a half marathon, and my long slow run has seen me eek up my distance each week, from 80-120 minutes.  When I come back from these training runs, I feel guilty that I’ve been gone for so long; I’ve taken up valuable weekend time for me and away from family.  So, I overcompensate and act like super mum – quick shower and whip the kids out to the playground and keep going, going, going.

And you want to know something.  I’m tired. I’m so tired, my legs are heavy, my brain is mush, but I hide it.  If I let them see how tired I am, they’d never let me go.

Then came the day for my half marathon, and it didn’t go to plan.  I was feeling a bit down in the dumps, and when I got home, I crashed.  I assumed the horizontal position on the sofa (like my husband has perfected) and zoned out for a little bit.  My husband looked at me amazed, “but you have done long runs like this in training and have been fine, how come your wiped out now?” Ahhhh yes that… just a little white lie.

Have you ever told a little white lie about your health or energy levels either before or after a run?  Please share.

 

 

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