Keep on running

Keep on running

So, have a little blog piece from Running Rufus’ personal blog from a couple of weeks ago. Word on the street is she ran 14 miles in the hail and freezing cold yesterday.

I still can’t decide if I’m completely foolish. I entered the London Marathon in September last year as I felt I wanted to raise a stack of money for the National Deaf Children’s Society (NDCS). I am absolutely the type of person who gets over excited by ideas and runs (ha) headlong and enthusiastically at them. As I sit writing this, I am waiting for my breakfast to digest so that I can go and run 10k before The Cyborg and his Papa awake. Who runs 10k before the rest of the house is awake?? My legs are a little achey as I am running a lot at the moment but I love it. I mean, really love it.

I still can’t quite get my head around how on earth I will ever run 26 and a bit miles all in one go. Or how many times I’m going to weep at the complete overwhelming scale of such an enormous race. I’m also not sure how I can buy a few more hours in my day to make sure I have done all of my training and fundraising without neglecting The Cyborg!!

I run my longest run of the week on a Sunday. That way, I get the sunlight. Well, maybe less of the sun but certainly the light. This weeks Sunday run was 11 miles and following on from Christmas and New Year, wasn’t my most amazing run ever. But, headphones in, lycra on, I trotted off in my own little world. I think that this is the part of running that I really enjoy. The free mind space and space on my own. I hadn’t quite anticipated how busy being a Mama made you. And that the busy isn’t a busy like busy at work. It’s the business of never having a wee alone and the having eyes in the back of your head. But I wouldn’t change that for the world.

As I ran on Sunday I did have a moment of realisation though. I have noise cancelling headphones and always very loud music. I took Bob Dylan with me this week (just in my ears people, I’m not convinced that he’d make 11 miles running) and his company was most welcome en route. But on my journey, something happened that was one of those perspective shifting moments. As I was running, a couple of cyclist rode up behind me. I didn’t hear them and it made me jump. They were outside of my peripheral vision so I hadn’t seen them coming (despite the obvious eyes in the back of my head). It suddenly dawned on me, how many times The Cyborg must have been made jump and how vulnerable one is at times and how bloomin’ much we use our hearing on so many levels. I found myself so incredibly moved. I like to think that I have really attempted to be as deaf aware as possible, not just for The Cyborg’s benefit but for any other people I spend time with. But yet again, I realised that I probably wasn’t in a position to ‘really’ get it. It’s empathy vs sympathy. I can try to understand but I’ll never really and truly understand.

I made a pact with myself to keep trying to understand and put myself in The Cyborgs shoes as much as possible. Frankly, his Hi Tops are way cooler than mine so I’ll swap shoes with him anytime.

Thank you running. Thank you for giving me head space and thank you for allowing me another opportunity to try to understand the boy who fills my heart and soul.

Now, where are my trainers? This 10k ain’t going to run itself.