Menifee Mom: That Weekly Run is the Break She Needs

By Michelle Walsh

A mom’s job is 24 hours a day. From the moment my little ones open their eyes until I kiss their foreheads goodnight, and often in between too, I’m needed.

This is what I signed up for; this is why I’m here, home with my girls. Our days are busy: Kindergarten, preschool, swim class, classroom volunteer, play dates and more. Every minute is action-packed. Nope, never a dull moment around my house.

During the week, I do manage to squeeze in some exercise time here and there. I find those pockets when I can make it happen, always with someone in tow. This is why my weekend run is most cherished. It’s the one day during the week that I can sneak out by myself and renew.

My long run is on Saturday or Sunday. It goes a little something like this: The night before, I set out all the things I’ll need. I set my alarm clock for 5:45 a.m., although I know I’ll wake right before it goes off. I don’t dare wake anyone up in the process.

I sneak out of bed ever so carefully, so as not to wake the little one who has found her way into my bed earlier in the evening. I eat a protein bar, tie back my hair, put on my shoes, grab my music and off I go. Once I close the garage door, I’ve made it; there’s no stopping me.

It’s cold -- very, very cold! Why am I doing this again? Oh yeah, “Me time." Hmmmm, a pedicure at Happy Nails sounds more appealing for the first mile. Now I’m getting warm; a good song comes on and it puts a little pep in my step. By mile three, it’s on! I’ve found my groove. I’m in it for the long run.

I smell fireplaces burning, wet leaves, and pine needles. I hear animals scurry in bushes and the pounding of my feet on the cement. I see sunrises and hot air balloons so close overhead. I see other runners who nod their heads as our paths cross.

I think a lot when I run. I think about my family, I reflect on my actions, I come up with new ideas. I talk with God. Sometimes I sing out loud, always hoping that no one can hear me. I’ve even danced a little while running. Those are really good days.

It’s been an hour, hopefully two. I’m nearing home. My lungs have been cleansed, filled with fresh air. When I reach the garage door, I smile. I’m ready to be mom again.

I open the door and my kids greet me like I’ve come home from a long vacation. Little do they know, I really have.

Michelle Walsh is a Menifee resident, a wife and mother of three young girls. She is a former teacher who enjoys running, exercise, sewing, gardening and socializing. Each week, she shares her experiences as a Menifee mom. Michelle welcomes your comments here.