A few weeks ago, I came up with the phrase M.O.M. time - okay, obviously, I'm not the first person in the world to say I'm taking some "Mom Time." Duh. But M.O.M. in this case means My Own Miles, and I was referring very specifically to running alone.
Back before I became a running coach and fitness, uhhh, "guru," I never gave a second thought to running by myself. I always ran by myself, with maybe the super occasional couple of miles with friends or UltraIronHubs or the kids like three times a year. But now, as a personal trainer, I run with clients pretty frequently. So often, in fact, that almost half of my weekly mileage includes company.
And maybe if I was running with friends instead of clients, I wouldn't get to the end of the week feeling the way I do. Don't get me wrong, I love running with clients - I mean, hello, I get paid to run. There is no downside! But it's still different than regular running. I'm paying attention in a different way, listening to their breathing, thinking about their pace and their goals, thinking about them. Yes, I guess that does make me sound awfully selfish and self-involved, but there you have it.
Do you remember that episode of Seinfeld where both Elaine and George were abstinent, and George got really smart and Elaine got really dumb? That's how I feel when I don't get to run alone - like Elaine. A little foggy and kind of stupid. And Jerry's theory was that for women, sex (or in my case, running) is like taking out the garbage. A necessary daily chore that keeps things from piling up. Apparently, if I don't get that M.O.M. time, my brain gets all cluttered with junk.