Blog Post #1. WannaBe.

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So, I created this site because running and fitness has become a way of life for me.  Now, when I say that, you won’t see pictures of me in bikinis flexing my body builder muscles.  Quite the contrary.  I seem to workout endlessly yet still never get that six pack, washboard ab thing.  I do like bagels, cheese and crumb cake, so maybe that’s why.  I digress.  Even though I probably won’t be on the cover of Extreme Body Builders, I am an athlete.  Not professional or on any type of team in any capacity.  I am a WannaBe Athlete.

In my mind when I’m running the pavement, getting my butt kicked in bootcamp, sweating more liquid than I ever thought I had in my body while on a spin bike or making odd faces of pain while working my abs in TRX straps – In my mind at those moments, I am an athlete.  I know I am.  I can feel it.  I’m Venus Wiliams on the tennis court winning championships even though she’s deemed “too old” to.  I’m Alex Morgan kicking butt on the soccer field, teaching my girls they are just as good as the boys and fight for that equality!  I’m Kerri Walsh-Jennings with all that KT tape (which at my age now I should just wrap my body in it) on the beach volleyball court winning gold medals while being a busy mom and generally crushing life.

I remind myself of this when I’m sitting at home binging episodes of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt or the latest true crime documentary.  When I’m in the car with a bag of peanut M&M’s coming home from the grocery store; trying to finish them before the kids see them and steal them from me.  When I feel like everything is falling apart around me and I’m failing this parenthood thing.  This is my WannaBe Athlete moment and that’s OK.  It’s called balance, people!

I’ll share my TRX routines, Spin Class routines, Strength challenges and things you can do at home.  I also want to explore women in sports (professional and amateur) and how society judges them.  Treats them.  How athletes who are also mothers are now given even more scrutiny and expected to live up to the expectations of so many.  A huge reason I tackle so many races is to show my kids, especially my daughters (ages 8,10) that they can do what they put their mind to.  Don’t let anyone tell them they can’t at least try something.  Failure is OK.  You get back up.  Start and try again.  Maybe you learn this is just not what you want and explore other avenues.  Working at something, relentlessly is good.  The success and sense of accomplishment that comes from working hard and pushing yourself to the next level – a level that maybe one year prior you could never dream of ever having achieved – is one of the greatest feelings there is.  Whether they choose running, soccer, art, music, writing, drama, dance or whatever!  Work hard.  Keep trying.  Believe in yourself.

Keep on sweating.

P.S. Yo, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want…” OK. Needed to get that over and done with right away.  I know that’s probably what you’re thinking if you were around in the 90’s.  Click the link to reminisce high school or learn a tune (Lord, I feel old) from this Female Supergroup called The Spice Girls.

 

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