He’s here! The day that I was assured my running career and aspirations would come to a halt. A day that seemingly offered a mix of back handed wisdom, “the best day ever” mixed with “get your sleep now” followed by “your life is about to change.” It's suprising how many people warn you about becoming a parent. It's a shame that more people don't transform the "your life is about to change" to "it's going to be the best day of your life." The countdown began inside two weeks. Of course the countdown was accompanied with personal predictions that "There's no way he'll be early--it's your first."
(Insert 15 minute Delay --- Quick Baby Bath and Poopy Diaper Change)
Needless to say, William wasn’t late. He was born on 1/11/15 at 1:11pm, an eight day PR. I won’t touch on his perfect running build early on (long legs with a shorter torso). I promise to not pigeon hole William (too much). William knew what he was doing. He knew dad was training. Labor began nearly simultaneous with my hitting the “stop” button following a 10 mile run. He was born the next day, Sunday. Sunday also happened to be the start of a planned recovery week. Coincidence? Maybe. I think it’s the runner in his heart.
Baby William Philip Gonser, Born on 1/11/15 at 1:11pm
I (somewhat jokingly) packed some running gear in my hospital bag. I didn’t plan on using it, but who knows. After all, Sisters Hospital is fairly close to Delaware Park. Rest assured, I didn’t use it. The coincidence of planned recovery week helped a lot, granted I would have adjusted my training schedule regardless. It took me a few days to find a groove and although I’m still adjusting to make things work. My worries of being able to be a dad, work, and train at a high enough level have been quieted—at least of the time being. My current plan for training hasn’t wavered. I have a beautiful son who sleeps like a champ and my mileage is on target. Sure, it certainly helps that my wife is his primary means for survival, but those hour plus feedings are perfect for squeezing in a run between getting peed on and cleaning up burp remnants.
I’ve trained for a number of races, from marathons to ultramarathons to Ironmans. I can’t remember a single race that lacked interruptions. Sure, some interruptions are better than others. Injuries, work, a birth… they all can cause us to stray. It can make the finish line that much more desirable. I treat A LOT of runners. I’ve seen some roll with the interruption punch, while others need talking off the ledge. Remember this going forward: interruptions happen. I’m fairly certain that none of us are putting food on the table through running. Whether you miss a run due to injury or life, don’t sweat it. If you can’t enjoy the journey what’s the point?
For now, everything is great and I’m beginning to enjoy training. I’ve experienced that “first long run ache” that accompanied last week’s 12 miler and, in a weird kind of way, missed it. I’m banking on baby William continuing his easy baby campaign. I’ve cranked through nearly two seasons of Sons of Anarchy and nearly all my training has continued to been on the treadmill. This Sunday brings me a 14 mile run at Chestnut Ridge and hopefully the weather participates. I’m feeling strong, running (relatively) slow, and look forward to warmer weather.