Why run?

On January 5, 2008, I was blessed with the safe arrival of my little girl.  Just twelve months later we found out I was pregnant with number two.  Three months after that we were excitedly waiting for a “tour” at my first ultrasound when the technician discovered that baby number two was actually baby numbers two and three.

When our twin boys were born on August 10, 2009, six weeks early, I didn’t leave the hospital for days.  I slept in an empty hospital room next door to the NICU and the boys’ nurse would come wake me up to feed them in the night.  It was a huge relief to finally take them home, Baby B after 11 days and his older brother 5 days later.

The months that followed are now a blur.  Our daughter was 19 months old when the boys were born, and the whole situation was quite confusing to her.  However, she quickly adjusted to the role of “not so big” sister and could tell her tiny brothers apart better than anyone else. 

A lot changed very quickly when we found ourselves going from a family of three to a family of five overnight.  My first athletic love has always been horseback riding, followed closely by barrel racing.  Suddenly I would go weeks without even seeing my horses let alone riding one.  Walking a half mile down the rough terrain of the pasture proved to be too much for my otherwise amazing triple stroller.  I found myself yearning for time alone to clear my head and feel some semblance of the old me that I was beginning to miss so much.

It started with a mile.  My farmer husband came in from seeding one spring evening and I was almost in tears.  Our now two year old daughter and 9 month old twin boys were driving me literally insane.  Anyone who has had even one child knows there are days like this.  Normally, I would have caught and saddled a horse and taken off for a two hour ride.  However, kids change everything, even your sanity escapes.  I knew I didn’t have two hours, I had fifteen minutes.  I laced up my old pair of Adidas runners and took off down our half-mile long driveway.

I made it to the end before I had to walk to catch my breath.  I have no idea what my pace was that day, but it wasn’t anywhere near as slow as a beginner should be running! I wasn’t running like a runner, I was running like an escapee.  After a little walk I ran back to the house.  By the time I walked back through the door I felt like a whole new person and was ready to take on the challenges of parenting a toddler and two babies again.  Refreshed.  Clear.  Instantly addicted.

I’ve never looked back.  My husband, who avoids running at all costs, still thinks I’m insane.  That first summer, I ran my first 5K race in just under 26 minutes.  A road race still doesn’t offer quite the atmosphere that a barrel race does, but it’ll do.  Four more 5K’s and two 10K’s in 2011 made me feel like I’m really becoming a runner.  I’ve registered for my first half marathon at the end of May 2012, and plan to do more 10K’s this summer. 

Thank you all so much for taking the time to read the intro to my story. You can follow me on Twitter as @RunMommyRun3. If you have a running or parenting blog, please comment below so I can read your stories too! Gotta run.


One response to this post.

  1. Congrats on the new blog and congrats on your upcoming races. Tamara will be the first one to tell you that running makes her a better mommy. Keep at it we will be watching and cheering you on!



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