Every Monday, I spend an hour hating myself. While I watch my darling little 3-year-old try to master a cartwheel and cautiously tip-toe along the balance beam at gymnastics each week, I sit and feel bad about myself. I don't know why I do it; not all the other mothers are perfectly proportioned or dressed like they walked out of a magazine. Still, I manage to find something about each and every one of them to compare myself to (in a negative way of course). I walk out of gymnastics wanting to go home and run until I can't run anymore, to get out my frustrations and to burn off those last few pounds that bother me most on Monday mornings.
Thanks for letting me vent.
And speaking of those last few pounds...stay tuned to find out more about my weight loss and training goals later this week!
I think everyone can relate....think of how strong you are because you are a runner!ReplyDelete
Wow that sucks!! I would have never guessed from looking at your pictures that you would have any weight to lose...ReplyDelete
You are strong, you are smart, you are healthy, you are gorgeous. That's all I have to say.ReplyDelete
I'm a guy, so it's different for us, I know.... But, next time just ask yourself how many of those other mothers have run a marathon? A half-marathon? Even a couple of miles?ReplyDelete
Then you can feel pretty damn proud of yourself and how in shape you are.
Aw, that stinks!ReplyDelete
I've had those times, too. Not, fortunately, during my sons gymnastics class (also Monday mornings!) but for other moms groups. Sometimes you can just get to feeling crappy. But try to shake it! You're a strong runner and running moms RULE!!!
Isn't it funny, but equally terrible, how we as women are always comparing ourselves to each other? I'm guilty of it too. But you know what? How many of those perfectly proportioned women are dedicated to running and can log the miles you can? That's why I love running - even when you feel like a fat piece of crap, a good run will suddenly turn you into feeling like a million bucks!ReplyDelete