I love the summer photos. Bright skies, bright colours, squinting eyes.
This past Thursday evening illustrates our family's collective obsession with soccer. With surprising ease, between the hours of 5:30-8:30pm, five out of six of us were involved on soccer fields in multiple locations. Kev and Albus scarfed down hot quiche and were at their practice at 5:30. Using the carshare car, I dropped AppleApple at her practice at 6:45, then drove CJ and Fooey up to another field where Fooey had a game at 7:15 (Kevin coaching). We met Kevin and Albus in the parking lot with a picnic snack, and I zoomed over to Cambridge to play a 7:30 game with my indoor team. Kevin and kids picked up AppleApple on their way home, and serendipitously saw me, just after I'd returned the carshare car, walking home with my gear. Talk about coordination. It felt effortless.
Of course, Thursday also marked the end of regular season play for Fooey -- we'll have to find a new groove, all over again.
On Saturday, Kevin and Fooey had an end-of-season "festival," and we all came along to cheer. In the afternoon, AppleApple had a goalkeeping clinic, and I brought my yoga mat to stretch. Afterward, we biked to a nearby pool for a cooling dip.
On Sunday, I drove around southwestern Ontario, retrieving one child from a friend's cottage and dropping two at overnight camp (one not my own): Albus will be gone for two weeks. CJ is already bereft. I arrived home in time to drag my well-numbed butt off to my evening soccer game (we won!).
I've been doing a lot of training. Training for what? Not sure, exactly. I've signed up for the Toad (25km trail run), and that seems to have given me the drive to follow a regular training schedule. I've gone steadily, from weight classes to soccer games to runs, for over two weeks now, without missing a day. Thankfully, I've got time for long runs again. I've gone out the past two Saturdays, aiming to run approximately an hour and a half to begin. I made it 15km the first week, 16km this past week (in the same amount of time). Sloooow.
It feels different to train myself back up, having done this before. The first time I trained to run long distances (two years ago), I was doing something I'd never imagined I could. So it was a pretty amazing process. Every extra kilometre felt like a miracle. But now I know what I've been capable of, and I'm so far from it. It could be discouraging -- and I'm grateful that I don't feel discouraged. I do feel slow. But I recognize that long runs are about reminding yourself that you've always got more than you think you do. That's another way of saying: you have to learn to trust your body. That's what endurance is actually about, as much as it's about putting on mileage (though mileage is critical, too).
(And maybe, too, it's harder to trust your body after injury. I am running on an ankle that is improved, but still not perfectly healed.)
Training for what? On reflection, I think the what doesn't matter, it's the why. Training is just a way for me to keep going. I'm in the midst of some very challenging work. I could get discouraged or weary, and I need, somehow, to remain calm, focused, and strong. Training seems to remind me of my own capacity to work hard. It gives me a parallel (and easier) kind of work to counterbalance the extremely quiet interior efforts required here in my office. Training every single day toward an end that isn't obvious doesn't feel frivolous or extreme, though it may look that way. I couldn't sit still -- hold so still -- without some sense of being in motion. I'd go crazy, I think.
I'll admit this is not an easy time in my professional life. It's a lovely time in my personal life. I'm a truly fulfilled mother of wonderful kids. But professionally I feel a constant low-level anxiety. I wonder about the choices I'm making. I question my direction. I'm unsettled.
This may be a function of being a creative person. I wonder: am I by nature an unsettled and restless woman? Then I need a firm, sound body to carry me through. My mind settles when my body is working hard. It gives me peace.
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