I don’t have a trophy cabinet. All of my softball trophies from years gone by are either packed away in boxes in the basement or recycled into parts for others who need to have affirmation. I did all sports a girl could do in the 9th grade in my day (gymnastics, track, volleyball, basketball–that’s it). I did finally get to play softball in college (pitcher/center fielder) and summer leagues in my home state as well as New Mexico (where I played over 300 games one summer). But no one wants me any more. I had to find something else to do.
I picked up golf, but let’s face it–it’s really not that demanding of a sport physically (and yes, I walk). That’s part of the reason why I wanted to get into Triathlon. Apparently I am the kind of person that needs a pat on the back, assurance that I’m okay, affirmation of what I have accomplished. I hate to admit it, but it’s true.
So I decided to put up an old bulletin board that I had all through HS and college (repainted white). On it, I have pinned up little things that are important to me (summer camp, reminder of a trip to Spain, BWCA, a photo of my favorite place on earth, etc.). Some of the stuff illustrates some of my accomplishments: book covers, certificates for finishing a novel during Na-No-Wri-Mo (killer), swim caps, medals and race numbers (note the swim caps with drawings of smiley faces and I heart you from my niece), and favorite places. Good memories all. Memories I hope to add to in the future.
The numbers 525 and 360 correlate with the first two Triathlons I ever did in Kansas, 155 is the most recent, and 1502 was the first road race I ever did (a couple of weeks ago). I have come so far, but I have a long way to go.
I’m so glad I had a sister to motivate me, access to a gym where I can swim and work out, a supportive husband, the means to acquire equipment for the sport (and the luxury of time to train and participate–I don’t have to work two or three jobs to make ends meet), and friends out in blog-land that motivate me and teach me even more.
And even though today is an off day, I cannot help but do something. The temperatures are awesome! The 60s-80s! I cannot take my little girl on a run, she hurt herself yesterday somehow chasing her frisbee, so I think I’ll do a brick with my husband. Yes, I know people. That’s not a break. I’m switching out my break with tomorrow’s workout (bike 6 miles easy).
I promise I’ll take my break tomorrow.