Hey blog-o-sphere. I’ve missed you.
So SO much has happened since I’ve last been around, probably the most important of which is that I started a new job with arguably the most incredible company out there. I’m working as a camp enrollment guru for Triathlon Research. If you’re in the Tri world and on Facebook like, at all, you’ve heard of us. We’re the ones who do the camps with Crowie and Rinny and Gwen, and you totally want to come to one. Just admit it.
As it turns out, I’m so amazing at talking with athletes all over the world about the sport I love so SO much that I earned my way into our upcoming camp in just three weeks in Kona, HI with Craig Freaking Alexander.
I’ve never been to Hawaii. I’ve never had any formal triathlon coaching, short of a few amazing swim lessons with a coach when I was first starting.
Oh, and did I mention I’ve gained 30 pounds back since I started this job?
To say I’m nervous is a bit of an understatement.
In fact, I think it would be fair to say that I’m equal parts nervous and excited, and let me tell you, I’m REALLY excited.
It’s not so much that I’m concerned that I won’t be able to do anything we will be doing at the camp. I am pretty much intimately familiar with what to expect, and I know that while I’m slow, I’m more than capable of swimming, biking and running the workouts we have planned. Even more than that, I know that I truly NEED the coaching I’ll get over the course of the week, because my form, technique, workout design, nutrition and transitions are abysmal at best.
If I were to be totally honest, what I’m actually nervous about is the fact that I don’t “look” like a triathlete.
Heck, even 30 pounds skinnier I didn’t look like a triathlete.
A girl who loves wine? Sure. A girl who really really loves cake? Abso-freaking-lutely.
But a girl who can haul her booty over the finish line of a triathlon? Not so much.
Do I realize that’s a dumb thing to think? Of course I do. Body confidence is something I’ve spent the better part of my life working on. You know, once I was old enough to realize I had a body and it didn’t look like everyone else’s. Typical girl here.
But knowing it’s a stupid thing to be concerned about, and actually NOT being concerned about it are two different things.
I actually had a near panic attack when I stepped on the scale one day last week and realized I was up ANOTHER two pounds, and I walked out of the bathroom and told my husband I wasn’t going to go. I actually had it all planned out. I was going to email my boss and fake an injury, just so that I wouldn’t show up at camp and meet all these athletes who I helped register looking like a sausage who got stuffed into a casing that is too small.
After about 10 seconds of having those thoughts, I gave myself a mental bitch slap, and asked myself WHY?
This struggle is real kittens. And I know I’m not alone. Ya’ll know that most of my posts are just sharing little pieces of my life. Whether they are hilarious, inappropriate, or just plain sad, it always helps to know that I’m not the only one out there.
And if you’ve ever questioned if you should or could do something because of an insecurity about your body, know that you’re not alone either.
Let’s keep giving ourselves mental throat punches and remind our inner voices that we are SO MUCH MORE than what we look like.
Downhills and tailwinds kittens…