Searching for a Pocket of Silence

The wall of sound that comes from my son.

I am an introvert.  And as I age, I seek pockets of silence more intensely.  I'm starting to believe that I need the quiet.

I didn't run today.

Full day at work (lots of noise there) followed by dashing the kid to karate (bad techno, kids making that karate noise), taking the husband to the dealership to pick up his Vespa (husband and son take turns talking and questioning while I drive), making dinner (drive-thru and therefore the quietest moment of my day), and forcing the child to do homework (loud and combative.)    

I paid attention to everything that my son said.  "Hey Mama" preceded every question and complaint.  "Hey Mama...hey Mama...HEY Ma-mA! heymamaheymama!"

I love my extroverted son.

But I need moments of silence.

Today I needed a run.

Moral:  Schedule rest days wisely in the future.

Venn Diagrammed

I've always argued that running has made me a better driver.  Now I can argue that running prepared me for riding.  There's lot of overlap between the world of scooters and the world of training for road races.  

Now if I could only get those motorists who are perpetually distracted (squirrel!) and the motorists who believe that stop signs don't apply on a Sunday morning onto a scooter or onto a marathon training plan, the roads would be a much safer place.  

Why I Heart Sunday