Sometimes slacking is more rewarding

I skipped a tribe run yesterday. I brought my running clothes to work to change into. I even made sure I had a yellow shirt to run in for the Boston Marathon bombing (I wore a blue shirt to work), and that my iPod was charged, and that I had my hat, and my watch. (Stop judging my sentence structure.) I only half listened to my mom on the phone while trying to invent an excuse to give to Karyn who had a good reason to skip the run. But, I couldn’t really come up with anything and just went on home resigning myself to tell the truth. I didn’t feel like running. And I am glad I didn’t.

I got to sit and listen to my daughter tell me about having to both play AND sing in front of her class, and how scared she was. She said she had to stop at one point because she was shaking so bad, shake out her hands and pick back up. I know what it’s like to stand in front of people playing and singing and shaking like a leaf the whole time. I am so proud of her for having the courage to do it in spite of her fear (which I couldn’t do at 16).

I got to spend some time with my son trying to find super glue. Ok, he was looking for it and I was just telling him where it wasn’t. And to not eat my chips. 😉

I got to sit down with the hubby for a little while after he showered, and remove 2 thorns from his thumb. Contain yourselves. Very exciting, I know. But he can’t see well enough to get them out himself, and since I wear these handy-dandy progressives, I can see well enough.

And then I sat/laid (I was going back and forth between the 2 on the bed) and read. And the book tore me down, and led to exposing an idol which led to a time of prayer of repentance, which gave me an area where I could affirm and encourage my husband…which was itself an answer to a prayer.

So, yeah, I am glad I skipped out on the run, because the time with my family was much more rewarding.

And I did 2 pushups before I went to bed, so I did do some exercise. :cheesy:

8 Responses to 'Sometimes slacking is more rewarding'

  1. MacBros says:

    All you have to say is, “I don’t want to.” and when they ask why, “Because I don’t.” is the next line. Usually they don’t pester beyond that. LOL

    When I was performing back in the day with the old band, I can remember my first night in front of a big crowd. Weak knees, and shaky N’ sweaty hands. Which doesn’t help playing keyboards. Many Many mistakes. LOL. Although it got better, there was still that first batch of butterflies I would get the first 10 minutes or so. THen I was fine after getting into the JAM. LOL

    So the Glue wasn’t in the chips right? You ate all of them just to make sure it wasn’t at the bottom of the bag huh? LOL 😉

    I need another eye exam, things are getting blurry again.

    • DragonLady says:

      LOL! Not my running buddies. 😉

      Oh, man the first time I sang by myself, my knees were shaking so bad I thought I was going to fall down. I still haven’t gotten completely comfortable with it. 🙂

      HAHA! I don’t have any idea where the glue is so I will be picking some more up on the way home so that I will find the gazillion tubes of super glue I know I have somewhere. lol

      I’m glad I finally broke down and got an exam and glasses. And I am glad they make progressive lenses rather than the old way of bifocals.

  2. Molly says:

    What book???

    • DragonLady says:

      The Blessed Life by Robert Morris. There is a story behind where the book came from too, but it’s not something I wish to go public with. Yet. 😉

  3. I wouldn’t consider that slacking, you spent time with your family. Which is always a good thing. 🙂 Children grow up so quickly and even as they get older they still appreciate having a parent who’s there (even if it is just to listen) when they need someone to talk.

    Last week, a newly found friend, and I were talking about how much our workouts have changed since we had children. We both love to lift and we both want to compete in figure competition so the challenge is finding finding time that has the least impact on our involvement with our family and everything else going on in our lives.

    Sometimes we can’t do everything (gym workout is always kicked to the curb when that happens) but I’m definitely seeing the benefits of putting my family above those things. I still workout out at home if I can’t get to the gym, it’s just after my daughter goes to sleep.

    I must say, it’s great to connect with someone in a similar predicament who at times encounters the same issues that I face.

    • DragonLady says:

      As much as I love how I feel after a run, it really doesn’t compare to spending time with my family. And you are right, children grow up too quickly, and I wish I could get back some of the time I could have spent with them when they were younger. But,now I just work on savoring the time I get to spend with them now. 🙂

      I sometimes get into this mindset that I am the only one who struggles with balancing personal pursuits with family. I don’t know why I seem to think that other mothers don’t have the same struggles, ya know?

      • I guess most of us don’t talk about it since it’s much easier to act like everything is perfect or perhaps we don’t want to look like we’re complaining, whiny and ungrateful? I know I don’t talk about my challenges too often on my blog since I don’t want to appear as the latter. It’s silly, but there you go. That being said… I do think talking about the struggles we face is helpful for others and it’s something that I realize I need to do more on my personal site… Last summer, I learned a lot from a lady who has teenage children. The sacrifices she made and seeing her interaction with them now confirmed what I already knew, making that time with your children is always top priority. I do admit finding that time can be hard.

        • DragonLady says:

          I think maybe part of not sharing it too may be that we really need someone going through the same struggles to just listen and say “I understand” and not tell us what or how to “fix” the situation. That may just be me. 😉