A team. That is.
Let me explain . . . . .
So years [and years & years ago . . . not like Chris K years but. . . ] I was on a "team".
A. freaking. awesome. team. [a couple of different ones, actually]
yep, see that "4"]
on a team for 6 years.
then [long story short]
add running, marriage & my Peanut.
And waaaaaa laaaaaaa . . . . the "SOLO" athlete was born.
in a BIG way . . . . I freaking loved it.
if I won = because of me.
if I lost/sucked = because of me.
I. controlled. the. outcome.
And being that I'm maybekindasorta a control freak. I. loved. this.
L O V E D . it.
But as I sent out this message yesterday: "To go OR not to go to spin class, THAT IS the question!"
I mean come on . . I had run 13 miles the day before and 12 miles on this day. I was a little tired.
But then the replies came in:
From Mandi with an "I" : "Don't make excuses that's what normal people do."
From Jason at "Cook Train Eat Race" : "No question at all. Just go."
So I sent this back to Jason.
The bike that was about to be my female dog for the next 59 minutes.
It doesn't come in argyle, [sad face] uggg.
This is when I realized. I am a part of a team.
call it what you want:
And. I. smiled.
Completely. zoned out for the next 57 minutes. At which time the freaking awesome trainer [who came to see me at my 24 hour treadmill run] came up right beside me telling me . . . .
in a not quiet voice . . . and with her hands clapping [what felt/sounded like a mere 4" from my face"
"Run up THAT hill"
"is this all you have?"
"are you giving me YOUR best?"
"you've got this!" [You KNOW, I loved that]
"this is YOUR finish"
awwww. freaking. ya.
I. have. a. team.
The freaking best team ever.
You guys rock. I thank YOU.