Saturday, February 21, 2009
A few years ago I started a process of waking up. A waking up from a sleep I wasn’t aware I was in.
It happened one evening while browsing through a Women’s Health Magazine.
I read an article of a Woman in her 40’s that decided to run a triathlon. It sparked a few feelings of envy and a lot of feelings resentment toward myself.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had exercised, nor could I remember the last time I did anything for MYSELF.
I was a 27 year old mother of 3, living on the East Coast with a husband working full time and getting his Executive MBA from Columbia. I was alone with the kids ALL the time. To put it mildly, my body was being neglected.
I didn’t quite know what running a Triathlon would entail before I read this article. That evening I was on the computer Googling “Triathlons in Connecticut”
I was amazed at the varity of races in my Tri-state area! I had no idea this stuff existed. To my dismay I found most the Triathlons were held on Sunday.
Early in our marriage, my husband and I agreed we would observe the Sabbath Day and keep it Holy. To me, this meant making it a day of rest.
Sundays were out for me, which left ONE race being held on Saturday, June 4th, in New York. I had found my race!
I had 6 months to train. I was petrified and excited all at once. I didn’t know anyone who ran Triathlons. I had no idea what I should be doing.
First step was sign up for a gym membership at the local YMCA.
Next step, schedule a time to do my workouts with a husband that leaves the house at 5:30am and doesn’t return till 9pm....I had a problem.
After haggling for time we came to an agreement that my Man would come home and relieve me of my motherly duties at 7pm so I could go to the gym.
Training for this Triathlon was the beginning of my waking process. I had no idea I was so out of shape mentally, physically and spiritually!
Over the next six months I prepared myself for a race that changed me in many ways.