Obviously I have no idea what it's like to complete an underwater long-distance speedwalk or whatever; this is coming from the girl who circles the gym parking lot looking for the spot nearest the entrance. That being said, I had to restrain my Smug Mummy impulse from reminding my lawyer friend [of course she was an attorney, tedious macho sports being epidemic amongst us (tedious, macho) legal types]to remind her that as a new mom, I've spent the better part of the last year pushing myself to physical extremes without the bother of actually running.
Once I overcame my inner Smug Mummy, I began to appreciate the similarities vs. merely snark about them. As a lovely post by Paisley Petunia recently described, new motherhood is also filled with times when you just. don't. think. you. can. get. up. one. more. time. Somehow, you dig deep to find all those other sports cliches that motivate you to get you up and out of bed to tend to your wailing babe at 3 a.m. I thought I was prepared for the middle of the night wakings, of course, but the sheer level of physical exhaustion & motivation needed to overcome it surprised me.
It was an extreme sports sort of day here at Pretty HQ today, where poor Master P has continued to struggle with mystery congestion atop an ear infection and teething. After a long night of coughing (his hacking, my listening), we blearily meandered through a day of doctor appointments. We ended the day with a tentative allergies diagnosis, an early bedtime (his), and a giant glass of wine (not his), but spent most of it violating every Operation MILF tenet I hold dear:
|This doesn't even count as Mom-ouflage, just defeat.|
Since I've already violated my own style standards, I may as well obliterate our anti-cheese standards (the sentiment, not the foodstuff - obvs.) here at the Pretty and confess - I'm sorta smugly proud of us new moms *and* our singleton extreme athlete friends. It is admittedly a pretty nifty feeling reaching your physical limits and dealing with your day anyways. Granted, I'll always pick the version that involves delicious mewling babes over long-distance Arctic turtle racing, but...