“May you hop like the Easter bunny! Or no, actually a kangaroo. They hop further.” This was what my dad said to me as we toasted to a happy Easter this past weekend. Last week I made a relatively last minute decision to come home for the weekend and I am so glad that I did! I have never been home for a holiday other than Christmas simply because I can’t justify the 7+ hour drive for only a couple full days at home. The second I was in the Parry Sound area I knew I made the right decision when I saw this:
I never realize how much I miss home until I’m here. I had a great weekend. I got to cuddle with my dog, visit with family, and just relax. On Friday morning I went for a jog down the streets of Espanola. I knew I was in northern Ontario when I kept seeing hockey pucks all over the side of the road (which were probably once lost in the abyss of the mountainous snow banks!). I was in the area of the Espanola track and field when I thought, okay I should at least run by (after all, it would be rude not to say hello). Before I knew it I was sitting at the 100m start line (or so I think – it was covered in snow!) of the track reflecting on the many hours I spent there. It was a real moment of clarity for me, and through all the current stress of training and school, it was really nice to just revisit the place where it all started and remember why I love this sport so darn much.
Everything about this place really takes me back to when this dream of mine was ignited. My room is filled with memories and it made me so happy looking through old stuff, from track suits I wore in grade 5 to old drawings my track-obsessed self would draw. Here is a great one I found:
It is crazy to think that I wasn’t going to come because I was so concerned about missing an important workout on Saturday (I wasn’t able to do it here because of all the snow and no indoor track!). This weekend I learned that I need to not be so strict with myself. I really need to listen to my heart and what I want to do, rather than just having a “go go go” mentality and always putting my training over everything no matter what. It is so easy to get caught up in a strict regimen and not give yourself any leniency. I never want to come to a point where I resent what I love, and I would’ve hated to be sitting in London by myself this weekend thinking, “darn, I wish I was with my family. I hate that I stayed for this workout”. Moral of the story: recognize when a change from routine is beneficial, and don’t get caught just going through the motions. A weekend at home with my family definitely did me more good than any workout could have!
I am currently in such a great mindset which is good because this next month and a half is going to be absolutely insane. All it takes it one look at my ‘schedule and results’ page to see that I’m a woman on a mission. I am going to be travelling all over the place to try to squeeze in as many meets as possible to jump standard and make the World University Games team. Between that and finals at school, I am in for a wild ride this spring! Now it is back to London to keep working away and make some things happen!