I am always trying to recruit new women to the GYM Laird powerlifting team; you can ask almost anyone at our gym. I can be annoying but I can’t help it. I love everything about our team and if you met me tomorrow, I’d probably try to recruit you too. So you may be surprised to learn that I’m taking a break from competing. I won’t be traveling with my teammates to Nationals.
I’ve run myself ragged over the last few months. I started a new job and despite my best efforts, it’s been a struggle. While working from home certainly affords a tremendous amount of flexibility, it also means constant interruptions. In addition to traveling for work, I spend many of my evenings and weekends as a dedicated and proud soccer mom, traveling as far as 6 hours for games and tournaments, often times requiring overnight stays. And because of my personal anguish over “skipping” a soccer game, my training schedule was always in flux. But I just kept pushing, thinking that I would eventually adjust to the new rhythm that was my crazy chaotic life. And, it wasn’t like I was going to sacrifice my training time; it’s the one thing that I unabashedly do for myself.
So stress was high but training was going well. I was doing the work and it seemed that I was on track for another squat PR….until it all finally caught up with me in the form of acute bronchitis, and I literally spent four days in bed. It sucked. Between naps, coughing spells and episodes of Parenthood, I was constantly daydreaming about getting back to the gym. But instead of being anxiety-ridden over how the missed training would most certainly effect my performance on game day, I found myself thinking, “I don’t need to compete. I just want to feel better so I can train.”
It’s now a week later and I’m out of town for work. I’m feeling better but still battling some fatigue and a nagging cough. After a heart-to-heart talk with my coach (he really is a big softie), I am feeling secure in my decision to not compete and allowing myself the time I need to fully recover. I also recognize that I need to make some changes and take better care of myself. My priorities have shifted, and as my teammate, Emily, astutely observed, “that’s life.”
All of my teammates have been incredibly supportive of my decision, and I look forward to catching up with them during their last few training sessions. I fully intend to live vicariously through them, and while I will surely have moments of “what if” as the meet nears and their excitement builds, I know I’m making the right decision for me. And, besides, there will be other meets. In fact, there is one in May….hey, have you ever considered competing?