I had two goals in mind for this year’s Dirty Girl: to run the entire race and to complete all of the obstacles. I have spent this past year working on my cardio endurance and building up my strength. I am very proud to say that I accomplished both obstacles. I did walk a bit when I was coming up to an obstacle with a line.
The obstacles were challenging, but I was not intimidated by them this year. I knew that the hours I had put into strength training would pay off. My balance and footing were sure, and I approached each challenge with a positive outlook. Gone were the fears and anxiety of last year. Gone was the self-doubt that is ever-present in my mind. Instead I felt joy and excitement radiate.
I knew that I could do it. I am strong. I am an athlete. I am a runner. This year was the year that I stopped making excuses for not taking charge of my physical health. I have lost around nine pounds, and I have gained muscle and definition. My sciatica has disappeared as I worked on strengthening my core. After nearly three years of my second and final C-section, I feel like my core is the strongest it has been since college. This journey towards health and fitness is similar to my recovery from postpartum depression and postpartum anxiety. I keep taking baby steps towards wellness. A bad day is just that, a bad day. I have twenty-four hours each day to decide what I want to accomplish. I hear my inner critic attack my self-esteem and my body image, and then I counteract those thoughts and judgements with affirmations.
I noticed a difference in my posture and my self-confidence. I did not realize how far I had come until I put the two pictures side by side. I feel fantastic. Ahem, who doesn’t curtsy after an amazing race?