This morning as we (my two kids and I) smoothly headed out the door to my 10k run, my car wouldn’t start. It did get into the 20s last night, and we all know what the cold can do to batteries, so with some hope we (my husband and I) attempted jumping my car. I optimistically declared that I would nickname my car “Frankenstein’s Monster” if it started, but after an hour of charging, we declared it officially dead. Sorry Dr. Frankenstein, it didn’t work.
At this point I am shaking my head wondering, “How is this even possible?” I think back to everything that I did to prep for our morning and smooth transition out the door. I had clothes laid out, bottles made, food prepped, and even driving maps printed out (just in case my phone’s GPS didn’t work), but somehow I missed my car’s battery dying overnight.
It wasn’t even just an ordinary run. Two weeks ago I decided that I would attempt this run with my two kids bundled up in the jogging stroller (at this particular event, strollers were allowed) and I would run it while my husband was in class (he is getting his doctorate). Normally I would have probably just said, “Oh well, he’s busy, no one to watch the kids, I better stay at home,” but this time I thought, “You know what? I am going to continue living my life even if he’s busy. I’m going to take charge, take my kids, and go for this run!” Over this past week things were looking up for the run even. I found someone, my cousin, to join me, and I even found someone, my brother-in-law, to watch the kids while I did the run! Everything seemed to be working out!
But then the car wouldn’t start.
I decided today, after maybe 5-10 minutes of total misery, that instead of focusing on missing my 10k (and a deceased car) that I should focus on the fact that I was willing to move past all the “excuse obstacles” and say, “Yes! I am doing this run!”
So when life gives you lemons, say screw the lemons and live!