16 Aug 2016

Motherhood...the Olympics

I've always thought of myself as an athlete and this was reinforced when at hospital recently they said my heart rate was low...the same level as a high achieving athlete. Except I don't really exercise much any more, unless you include worrying...cos I do that a lot!

Becoming a mother is very like training for the Olympics...


You train for years before you get there - to be honest, most women are in training for most of their adult life, preparing for becoming a mother one day.

You change your diet and mostly become disciplined about taking pregnancy vitamins and the like.

There is an end date in mind and you work towards it. You are focused on the end goal...your medal.

The training period is long and exhausting...at times the sheer magnitude of the event in hand is terrifying.

Moving on to once your baby is born

Once you are at your peak, it can be short lived...the goal post changes regularly and there are lots of hurdles to overcome.

You get used to one set of training schedules and then your baby decides to change tact and you are back to 4am wake ups.

The sleep deprivation and general lack of motivation makes you realise how fit you need to be to make this work.

Your body shape changed drastically and you need muscles you never knew existed. Rocking a baby to sleep takes sheer willpower and determination.

During the second and third year

You face challenges you never thought possible and you often feel like giving it all up.

Early starts and late finishes keep you in a permanent state of anxiety.

Sometimes it seems all up hill but if you look back you realise how far you've come.

Then you just wish someone would give you a ruddy medal as you are constantly competing on the 'who is more tired' challenge or 'I'm more hard done by than you!' game.

It's easy to forget why you started this but a few smiles and cheers from the other athletes around you and you are back in the game.

Year four...

As soon as you get in front of a crowd it all goes wrong, your team mates let you down and throw tantrums when things don't go your way (usually in a packed supermarket and over a kinder egg!)

Adrenaline fires around your body during summer holidays just like arriving at the Olympic village. The room is never as big as it looked in the brochure and the pool water is a bit green!

 **dailymail pic**

Every day it can feel like you've run the biggest race of your life. Or a marathon...it's never a sprint...always a marathon!

You toast your success and sign up for another four year stint (if you hadn't already)!

Even though lots of time throught this training you said 'Never again' - you would do it all again in a heartbeat...
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