Five years ago I was at the peak of my athletic ability as a Triathlete, Runner, cyclist. Ultra-competitive hardly describes how I was - I would get ticked off when 'boys' beat me. I loved racing, loved going up against the best to see just how far I could push myself.
Then I had two daughters within 18 months of each other and since that time haven't raced (outside of a few running races). The obvious reason is lack of time to really train. My girls keep me plenty busy and I decided that intensive training/racing could wait until they were older. I don't regret my decision at all. With that said, here is my confession...
I LOVE being a mom, but I do miss participating in local races. Reasons I haven't: I'm 15 pounds heavier than I was 5 years ago (something I'm working on but the friggin scale keeps jerking me around - double fingering it in the morning has become far to common, but that is story all on its own), there is no way I'll be able to compete like I had, and I HATE the looks some tri-
acquaintances give me when I see them - "you poor thing, let yourself go much". Bottom line, I have a huge hang-up regarding my pride and I know I have to get over it because I really miss making myself 'hurt' - even if hurting involves participating rather than winning.
Wheew....I feel 5 pounds lighter. Perhaps tomorrow will only be a single finger day to the scale? Who knows.
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Life is Short...Run Long
Then I had two daughters within 18 months of each other and since that time haven't raced (outside of a few running races). The obvious reason is lack of time to really train. My girls keep me plenty busy and I decided that intensive training/racing could wait until they were older. I don't regret my decision at all. With that said, here is my confession...
I LOVE being a mom, but I do miss participating in local races. Reasons I haven't: I'm 15 pounds heavier than I was 5 years ago (something I'm working on but the friggin scale keeps jerking me around - double fingering it in the morning has become far to common, but that is story all on its own), there is no way I'll be able to compete like I had, and I HATE the looks some tri-
acquaintances give me when I see them - "you poor thing, let yourself go much". Bottom line, I have a huge hang-up regarding my pride and I know I have to get over it because I really miss making myself 'hurt' - even if hurting involves participating rather than winning.
Wheew....I feel 5 pounds lighter. Perhaps tomorrow will only be a single finger day to the scale? Who knows.
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Life is Short...Run Long