Sometimes I'm fighting for air in the middle of a workout and realize I'm still wearing my "Parent" sticker from pre-school drop-off. "Oh that's right," I remind myself, "I'm not a professional athlete... I'm a mom."
Competing used to be a huge part of my life. It was my goal to race for Team USA before I started a family. I knew I would have less time to pursue such things after having kids, but failed to recognize the fact that my drive and desire would remain. It doesn't have to be kids, there are many life events that make us feel forced to repress parts of ourselves that we so strongly identify with...Read More