I love being a mom. I feel like motherhood defines my life now (and probably forever) and it's the greatest thing in the world. Motherhood (or parenthood) forces you to lose yourself- it's amazing. But sometimes I feel like I can't find find myself, does that even make sense? In the last 10 weeks I've felt more joy than I ever could have imagined possible, but at times I've also felt like I was drowning in a sea of diapers, spit-up, laundry, nursery rhymes and dishes...to name a few. I needed to get out and do something just for ME.
Throughout my pregnancy I was hoping that I would be healthy and recovered enough to do this triathlon. I'd done this one before so I knew the course and knew that I could just take my time and enjoy it. And enjoy it I did!
Me and my Dad before the start
I know I look high in this picture, but it is how I felt
I obviously wasn't the fastest one there, but I might have been the happiest. It was so nice to enjoy the solitude and the beauty of the whole course!
Remember that sea of diapers and throw up I mentioned? Well, Ty was literally swimming in it while I was basking the solitude of the race. Otie threw up after I left on Saturday morning. Then threw up multiple times while Ty was driving up to Jordanelle. After a few stops, a failed attempt to give Milly a bottle and some changes of clothes, they made it up there. I think his race was harder than mine that day. He looked like he'd been to battle when he walked up with Milly strapped to him and pushing a throw up covered Otis in the stroller.
and just to show how much Otie loves his godmother...
