I’m finding it difficult to blog just once per week, which is particularly interesting since it has only been three days from when I made my declaration. It’s just that my brain swirls with thoughts about running and health and life, and it’s difficult to stop a tornado.
The only way I can think of to do that is to write. Writing is magic. The benefits are a lot like running. It improves my mood, gives me a sense of accomplishment and, well, it’s just fun. Like I told Mr. T the other day, “I freakin’ love to write.” Spoken like a true writer. I heard that’s exactly what Hemingway said when asked about his passion.
But writing out your thoughts on all subjects all the time gobbles up a good part of the day. Especially for me since I’m a re-writer. (This explains why some of the world’s greatest authors are also extremely anti-social. No time for people. Must write. Thoughts. Now.)
What I think I need to learn to do is to let go of some of the words. Release them like balloons at a parade. I don’t need to hold on to all of them. Do I? Do I really need to pack them up and lug them along with me for the rest of my life?
I blame part of this word-hording problem on my memory. It’s not the greatest. My friend Kallie can recall amazing details about her life, like what she was wearing on the fourth day of first grade. I can’t remember what year that was. My outfit? Forget it.
I feel I have to write down every single thought that breezes between my ears. Just in case I need it later. This is hard to do when you have a job, a kid, a husband, a TV…a training plan, a gym membership.
But all this writing isn’t a bad thing. My mom-blog, Sanity Department, is full of memories about T Junior and Mr. T, and how I was feeling about mommyhood during the first year of my son’s life. I should be writing more of those things down now, but running-related topics usurp them.
I hope cutting back here will make some room in my head for life stories. When they float in I’ll swoop them up with an imaginary net and jot them down on something tangible – like a real journal with paper pages and everything.
For example, I don’t want to forget the conversation I had with my two-year-old last week. T Junior stopped kicking his mini soccer ball and stood still, his bare feet nestled in the front lawn. A passenger jet rumbled in the distance.
T Junior cocked his head, but kept his eyes on me. “Airplane comin’.”
“Yep. That’s right. I hear it.”
He straightened up. Serious. “A wanna touch a airplane.”
How do you address a request like that? I decided on: “Well, it’s really high up in the sky. We can’t reach it.” I hoped it would do.
T Junior turned his cheek-dominated face up to the blue. He squinted. “A wanna touch the sun.”
So you see what I’m talking about?! When I’m looking back at my life, what’s more important? That beautiful, curious moment with my son in the front yard or how many minutes I passed on the elliptical while listening to Ke$ha tell off her cheating boyfriend and Taio Cruz worry about karma?
Don’t get me wrong. The exercise is important. I need that so that I can look back at my life. But I don’t need to take the memory with me, just the benefits.
That being said – and it had to be said because it was driving me crazy – I love writing about running, so I don’t think I can give it all up just yet. I’m going to start with once a week and see if that helps. Thank you so much for your nice words about my last post! It means a lot to me!
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I agree with this post so much! I love the writing, but I tend to take a long time rewording things after the initial flow of words, so my posts take a while. I was feeling guilty for only writing a post or two a week–so many bloggers out there write posts almost every day (which is one reason my Google Reader is so backed up).Thank you for the reminder about writing about my kids. I haven't updated my mommy blog in months and while writing about running is therapeutic, the writing about my kids is what will matter ten years from now.
I agree, too! Therapy, and much needed. I just posted my food confession which includes a bad food experience I created YESTERDAY. 🙁 Meanwhile, no change on the scale, holding at 140 but actually feeling more toned.Glad you're back.
🙂 You do whats best for you, I'll be around when you do post. 😉
Lucky for me I can see you in real life so if the Blog is less than wordy I will hunt you down. LOL!!Do what you can. My mommy blog is totally dusty since I started my running blog.
I totally understand. I also LOVE reading my mommy blog from when my son was little. I love remembering all the funny things he said!
I had to cut back my blog to once or twice a week (which is why it's now as long as a War and Peace novel, because it was taking me sometimes hours to write (and re-write a thousand times) – and I realized people just don't really care to read how you ran 5 miles in the heat/humidity daily :). Plus, I found I couldn't read everyone's blogs I so love so decided it was better I was there on their's once or twice a week like my own. That's all I can do and that's going to just have to work for now. I love that you have a mommy blog; when my kiddos were tiny, the blog world didn't exist (sigh) so I have hand written notes scrippled all over the place. Ha. I'm so old.
You are a fabulous writer! That's for sure!!