Today was a rest day, though I did get a mild bit o’ sweat on with a few ladies. After a mimosa fueled marathon watching party, a few of us decided to see just how hard race walking is.
Turns out it’s a bit harder than we anticipated.
Clearly we have so much in common – like we both breathe air. Source
As August is clearly here to stay, I’m forced to face fall- soccer season is starting. And it turns out that I’m a volunteer and have not 1, not 2, but 3 kids in soccer.
Which begs the question.
When did I become a soccer mom?
Let me begin this by saying that I’m not your typical soccer mom. I don’t wear those buttons with your kid on it, I don’t spend hours putting together spectacular little bags of stuff for the kids, and I let the referees do their job instead of screaming at them..most of the time.
But I do provide some fun, on the field support.
It might look like I’m playing, but I’m mostly getting my butt kicked by 48 inch munchkins.
And I provide some on-field discipline. I wish it weren’t true, but I was really trying to pick his nose. Seriously. He was being a total pest and I told him if he didn’t stop I’d pick his nose. And good parenting is all consistency, so I had to follow through.
Nose picking = maternal love
But mostly I’m there for comic relief. I’m not kidding. Some kid kicked me in the crotch with his cleats and a friend happened to catch this gem of a shot.
I have to say, this look works for me, no?
Actually the most significant part of soccer season comes the tweaks and adjusting in training/racing. Longer runs have to be scheduled in the wee hours of the morning before games and my kids end up a little more tired so they don’t want to put in as many miles with me so I have to get more creative bribe them more.
I am also that mom who runs to her kids’ games so I sit there sweaty, smelling and disgusting. Or at least that’s the reason I tell myself the flies buzz around while game watching. I clearly know how to win friends and influence people in the best way possible.
That and with each passing year I have to admit I’m not 22 anymore, which seems hard to believe.
What’s your biggest challenge in managing life’s priorities with fitness?
Any tips or tricks?
