Motivation

    This afternoon, as I was relaxing in the jacuzzi after my swim, I realized one of the main reasons why I train as diligently as I do. It has nothing to do with winning, or even faster finish times in whatever I endeavor to do. It has to do with my children. My grown sons and their children. I want them to be proud of me. I want them to know that the matriarch is a badass. I want to give them a mother and grandmother to be proud of. It seems to be working. Last week I took my 3-1/2 year old grandson to the river to enjoy a rare sunny day. As we were walking down the path, holding hands (of course), he says to me, "You are the cool, superhero Oma. You are the superhero Oma, and I love you." Now if that isn't the best reason in the world to always strive to be the best I can be, I don't know what else there is. Now, I know he has no idea of the training I do, or even the events I have done, but he still thinks I am a superhero. As long as he believes that, I can't disappoint him.