Being Superwoman

Being Superwoman
The garbage man in my neighborhood nicknamed me Superwoman more than 15 years ago when he would spot me running all over in any kind of weather. I used to think of myself as superwoman in those days, hitting the floor running at 5:30 Am, fitting in my triathlon training and being a mom and wife, caretaker of our house, gardener, cleaning lady, driver, you name it…it was my job! If I put my mind to it, I could accomplish almost anything. It might have been my strong determined mind set, but my poor body had to keep up with the goals my mind set.
But I learned a little more about myself at the end of 2012. I might not be Superwoman anymore! First there was the lesson I learned when I stubbornly signed up to run The Palm Beach Marathon 6 weeks after running in The Baltimore Marathon. In years gone by, in my younger days, I often redeem a bad race by turning around and running another race to prove I was in the kind of shape I had predicted. In fact, I had done this with several marathons even in the last few years, always running the 2nd marathon much better thus finishing on a higher note. But this time, my competitive nature came back to haunt me and I had to kowtow once again to the Marathon Gods. My result in The Palm Beach Marathon was terrible, at least in my eyes. Yes, I still finished fourth overall female, which I was pleased with, but my time was a terrible 3:25://., my slowest marathon in over 25 years. I had to admit, that at age 54, it might not be the best plan any longer; maybe I might need a little more time to recover. My body was rebelling after all these years of punishment.
Then came the next blow…the dreaded flu! It was just after New Years, when the cough and aches and pains set in. My eyes were burning red and my head was pounding for days. But of course I convinced myself that I could “run it out of my system”. After all, I had run through flues and illnesses before, I could do it again. So there I was, out on the roads, killing myself to get my fix. I am claiming that I was delirious at the time and obviously not running with my head. But that has always been my driving force…I have always run from my heart, not necessarily what I should do! I will say that I was sick for a week and not the 2 weeks that most of the flu victims were ailing, but I did suffer on those runs and although I still like to think of myself as a strong determined woman, I do have to admit that maybe I am no longer Superwoman, except for in my heart.

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