I race for me. Not to inspire. Not to impress.
Mother’s day is coming up.
Sugary stories about sacrifice and devotion. That’s not me. I don’t melt in the rain.
I will not sacrifice myself chasing the idea of “perfect mom.”
I will not cover my desire to race under the guise of inspiring my daughter.
I will not feel guilty about taking time to train.
I will not regret the hour at the gym while my daughter is in daycare.
I will not apologize for asking Scott to give up an entire day to support my racing.
I will not be contrite about taking time for me.
I will be a whole person. Not just a mom. Not just an employee. Not just a weekend warrior.
I will race.
I will not win, and I may barely finish sometimes, but I will race.