Inevitably, the conversation circle came to me and I was asked what I do... at the exact moment Brock came up to me. I answered his question and turned back to the group and was asked again, "So, what do you do?" And before I could answer, Brock said, "She's an athlete" with his big smile and bright eyes. (Did I mention I am in love with my son?)
I felt their awkward smiles and confused looks and "clarified" his answer. But to think that my son thinks of me as an "athlete" really made my heart melt. And I guess to a 6.5 year old whose mother recently participated in a Triathlon... I am an athlete. It got me thinking.
I have COMPLETELY changed since April 2009. I am in the best shape of my life and I am continuing to change. I have challenged my body, pushed its limits, and search for new ways to strengthen it. I want to to attempt an Ironman... some day. But right now, I am happily competing in local races.
It is no secret that I would LOVE to be paid to train. I do not think I have worked as hard in any job I've held.... even when I had one of those "real" jobs. Certainly motherhood provided its challenges, but not the way my body felt after 27 miles (yeah, my total mileage for MCM was 27.3 according to my Garmin).
And all of my Negative Nancy internal conversation needs to be curbed! I can be in the best shape but if I cannot figure out how to think positive, be secure in my training/ability, and see the successes, it will completely halt my progress.
I know... I need to think of myself, the way my innocent 6.5 year old son sees me: I am an ATHLETE! (If I saw the chick below at the finish line, I would certainly think she was an athlete!)
|Finish line of the Philly Tri - 6/26/11|