I haven't written about my athletic journey lately because there hasn't been much to say about it. I don't find time to work out – I struggle to make time for it. It's difficult to build up a momentum when exercising so sporadically. It's made even more difficult when I can't exercise at all because my son is sick, which makes me sick, then the rest of his caregivers get sick, and I don't get a minute to myself.
During the week, I can usually only swim if I drop off my son at day care a little early and then go to the pool for a half hour or so before work. I wonder if it's worth the effort of driving there and getting all wet and chlorinated. But it does help to keep the feel for the water. Sometimes I can sneak in a short run or some yoga on his dad's day off when he's watching our son. Or a longer trail run on the weekend if he's not working or sleeping in. I have no competitions planned. I am slow. I've lost a lot of muscle. I am tired. I won't even think about competing again until I get more solid, consistent sleep. It's futile otherwise.
But I'll keep doing it because I love it. Because although it's hard to recognize it now, this situation is only temporary. Because I know so many amazing mama athlete role models who do amazing things.
Maybe I'll never get any closer to my wildly improbable goal of breaking 5 minutes in the 500 yard free, but maybe I'll set and reach other goals I hadn't considered.