I witnessed a conversation yesterday where someone commented that runners were selfish. Without delving into too much back story, here is the gist of the situation:
- woman has small kids
- husband discovers running
- husband feels entitled to run as much as he desires and is gone from his family numerous nights per week and on weekends.
Most of my friends are runners so obviously I do not agree with the blanket statement, "runners are selfish." But, I understand the sentiment.
Running is a selfish sport.
Although perhaps on a micro-level other people benefit (i.e, it puts me in a better mood so I am more enjoyable to be around), ultimately running is only about one person: me.
I think it's okay to have a selfish hobby.
I think most hobbies are selfish.
I think we are worth doing things that bring us pleasure and fulfillment. But the question is - at what expense?
Although I was not really part of this conversation, it is essentially what this entire blog is about: balancing a selfish hobby with one of the most selfless things in life - motherhood.
Clearly I believe, and hopefully demonstrate, that it can be done.
But, I think the selfishness comes with entitlement.
You know how they say it takes an entire village to raise a child?
It also takes an entire village to create an athlete.
As grateful as I am to have running in my life, it would mean nothing if I did not have my behind-the-scene team. These people would move mountains so that I could run.
I have given them a shout out before, but it's nearly a year later so I think it's time to do it again.
There is my husband who pumps up my bike tires for me every night before a ride. I know, I know...he has dreamy eyes.
There is my mom, who watches them when I race. We also refer to her as "G-Ma".
There is my dad, who is the best cheerleader/photographer. And he is always coming over so that I can run, or bike. Oh yeah, or work...I do that, too.
And of course there are my kids. I couldn't be who I am without them.
They are always willing to sit the jogging stroller...especially if there are cheerios.
They don't mind it if I am all sweaty when I give them a hug.
And they go to the gym-daycare so that I can swim. We went for my one "pre-triathlon" token swim today - as expected, the kids were delighted.
And even more so when we ate at the cafe afterwards.
I know some toddlers are picky eaters, but mine will always eat the $4 special. Today they gobbled up pesto!
Once again, they showed-off their classy and refined etiquette by using forks:
Regality is just a bite away - we just need to work on keeping our mouth closed.