I’ve turned into a Sherpa. I’m blaming it on motherhood and the fear of never having an extra diaper or antibacterial hand wipes on hand. How do we become these strange yet prepared people.
When I used to run marathons(before kids) I would take a simple bottle of water on my long training runs. Water. That’s it. A little hydration and I was good to go for 20 miles. Kind of like when I used to run off to Paris for the weekend I could fit my whole wardrobe in a small carry-on case. Now I need a minivan with a rooftop carrier to fit a weekend worth of clothing and supplies for a family of five. And as we drive away I still think “I know I’m forgetting something..” Also, we don’t go to Paris anymore.
So I guess motherhood has also made me a marathoner with serious hoarding issues. Like I almost feel I should have a trailer attached to my hips for all of the gear I now need for 20 miles.
My marathon training gear list – water bottles for hydration, gel type energy chews for well – energy(I have no idea if these really do anything except make me chew on something for a few minutes which takes my mind of running for a few minutes), toilet paper – because sometimes shit really does happen and I don’t like leaves, pepper spray – for any ‘bad guys’ or dogs that I might encounter on my run. I run in the dark typically so I like to be prepared and I don’t want bad guys to get me. I also have a screaming plan for any attack and my scream will go something like this – “I”m a 45 year old mom of three kids and have a horrible yeast infection and saggy boobs!” I think that would make the bad guys go away if I cannot figure out how to use the pepper spray. So the spray is mainly for the dogs since they probably don’t care about my boobs. True story – I’ve been bitten by dogs many times during my years of running because I think they know I’m a cat person. Assholes. Music – I’ve never been a music listener while running, but my god a three and a half hour training run now begs for music. I have a quite a strange mix on there but my favorites right now are from Adam Levine and Pink – who really would complete my ultimate threesome. That thought may also pull me through those last difficult miles. I also only listen with one earbud in because of the potential dogs and bad guys. And of course I have all of this packed into my Nathan gear belt thing. I’m sure there’s an official term for marathon training purse thingy…. but I’m not an official term kind of girl.
So I’m really looking forward to the actual marathon so I can leave most of this stuff at home and basically lose about five pounds of crap off of my body.
We’re heading on vacation soon and now I’m worried that they won’t let us on the plane because I’ll need about 24 suitcases to last us the two weeks on the beach…when just 11 years ago I would throw a bikini, my birth control pills and two sundresses in my handbag and call it good. Sometimes I miss that girl – who left the baggage at home and just enjoyed the journey. This mom in me who carries the burdens, the extra tissues, and the band-aids ‘just in case’ can be quite annoying.
Moms are truly amazing creatures – how we plan, how we nurture, how we care – but sometimes we need to just let so many things go.
Like maybe I really don’t need the toilet paper on my runs.