![]() I reflect on how hard it was to press on when nobody was watching during those early mornings. For working towards my goals, and not so that I can achieve them instantly, but so that I can set myself up to achieve them next season. When I look at February now, I see an opportunity for growth. Through pregnancy, and toddlerhood, and laughter, and tears. Moms up at 5am, 2pm, or 12am, when it seems like you are in this alone. Moms willing to help other moms and support, nurture, and motivate they are real and genuine and caring. Moms on a mission to provide for their families. I do not always see them in person, sometimes I just hear their voice or see them on a screen. Where I have found them has been unexpected. They in no way look the same as they did 12 years ago. Something I never expected to remain after leaving a competitive sport is still having teammates to lean on. I am not saying they have changed for the better or worse, but they have changed. But now, instead of sweating in a sports bra with Shock Value playing and staring at numbers on a screen, I’m in high waisted leggings doing the Hot Dog dance looking at three faces full of joy. The most important part for me now, is that there are three little dudes with a birthday in February, making the month slightly more exciting. And motivation is still at an all time low. ![]() But the one daunting thing I cannot seem to shake is February and the drive that goes out the window with it. Days into nights, and seasons into seasons. Then I became a mom, a stay at home mom where the days can easily blend together - and not just in February, but through the year. Through deadlines, and scrambles, and laughter, and tears. I found new teammates who would be there at 8am, or 5pm, or 12am when work went late. But with the support and positivity of others, I pressed on and found the motivation to make it to spring. It was still cold, it still got dark early, and some days it seemed easier to just stay in bed. Through workouts, and homework, and laughter, and tears.Īs I graduated and started a career, the month still haunted me as my least favorite. And it felt good to celebrate with those teammates who were there at 5am, 3pm, and 12am. And it felt good for the hard work to pay off. Not just once, but in back to back seasons.
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