This week, I finally ordered the running shirt I have been salivating over for months. It’s from the gals at Run Like A Mother, Dimity and Sarah, two very inspirational mother runners who tell it like it is. The shirt is black and reads “badass mother runner.” Sure the language may not be right for everyone, but it sure is right for me.
After all, I’m a badass mother runner.
Today I had to do an 8 mile run. The first 3 miles were absolutely horrible. Everything hurt. My knees, my feet, my toes, my head. And that voice in my head was loudly shouting “What are you doing? Why are you running? It hurts so stop! You don’t need to do this!” etc etc etc. You know that voice.
But then I looked down and saw the writing on my shirt.
Badass mother runner.
A badass mother runner doesn’t quit.
She may complain a little, but she sure as heck doesn’t quit.
So I picked up my pace. And my attitude.
And I channeled my inner badass.
I started to think, as I ran through mile 4, what makes me a badass mother runner? And I spent the next 4 miles coming up with the top 10 reasons why I’m a BAMR. Here they are:
10. My runnung playlist includes everything from AC/DC to Dolly Parton to Eminem to Elvis to Madonna to the Proclaimers to ZZ Top. And yes it even includes Miley Cyrus. And I’m not afraid to admit it.
9. I like to play the air drums when I run. And pump my fist in the air. And sing outloud. Apologies to those who share the road.
8. My muffin top jiggles when I run, but I run anyway. No apologies for that.
7. I’m 41 and I run in pigtails. No apologies there either.
6. When I was 2, my family survived an attack by pirates in the South China Sea. True story. You are automtically a badass if you fight off pirates, no matter how old you are.
5. I birthed my 3 baby boys at home, naturally, without so much as an advil. Boy #2 was 10 pounds. If I can push that hefty boy out, I can do anything.
4. I took up running just over a year ago. My first race was a half marathon. My second race was a full marathon, which I ran in an astounding 5 hours, 28 minutes.
3. When I was laughed at to my face for my marathon time, I stood strong because I knew I had thousands of other mother runners at my side. I suspect that most of them are badass as well.
2. I have 3 sons. Enough said.
And the number 1 reason why I am a badass mother runner:
I can clean up a bathub full of little boy poop, unclog a backed up toilet, mop up a flooded bathroom all in the blink of an eye, knock down a couple of martinis and then wake up a few hours later and run 8 miles like only a badass mother runner could.
So, what makes you a badass mother runner?