When ever my mom is sore from a work out, she calls the pain her souvenir. So when I mention that my legs hurt, or my calves are tight, she always says, you have lots of souvenirs. Today's souvenirs are blisters on both thumbs from planting a memorial perennial garden over my cat's grave. Yesterday's souvenir was a sore butt from from riding the bike course for the tri I'm doing in three weeks. On Mother's Day I had more souvenirs than I could count from the boot camp class I did. The reason she refers to them as souvenirs is because they are reminders of your work out.
Some of my souvenirs that I am most proud of how I earned them, yet also most embarrassed by are the ones that remind me of 18 of the best months of my life. They are the silvery lines that cover my stomach and sides. The stretch marks I earned by growing my both of my boys inside of me. Because of these souvenirs I never wear anything that allows my abdomen to show. I find them gross. Some of them are almost an inch wide. It's almost like a road map. Often times I joke that I should go into a high school health class and show the girls my gut. It would be the best way to encourage abstinence ever!
When I approached Coach Mary about wearing something that says Train-This on it to show my thanks for their sponsoring me to do the Iron Girl this year, she was very happy to oblige. She let me know she would be sending a sports bra with the logo on it. I've spent the last week trying to figure out how to wear it so it can be seen, all while still covering my stomach. Then, I started to think about it again today. And I've decided that I will not try to cover them up. I earned those marks by creating life. My boys gave me those souvenirs, and I can always be reminded of them, even when they are not with me. I shouldn't be ashamed by them, I should be proud of them. So, on the day of the Iron Girl race, I will be wearing that Train-This top with nothing but a pair tri shorts.
Some of my souvenirs that I am most proud of how I earned them, yet also most embarrassed by are the ones that remind me of 18 of the best months of my life. They are the silvery lines that cover my stomach and sides. The stretch marks I earned by growing my both of my boys inside of me. Because of these souvenirs I never wear anything that allows my abdomen to show. I find them gross. Some of them are almost an inch wide. It's almost like a road map. Often times I joke that I should go into a high school health class and show the girls my gut. It would be the best way to encourage abstinence ever!
When I approached Coach Mary about wearing something that says Train-This on it to show my thanks for their sponsoring me to do the Iron Girl this year, she was very happy to oblige. She let me know she would be sending a sports bra with the logo on it. I've spent the last week trying to figure out how to wear it so it can be seen, all while still covering my stomach. Then, I started to think about it again today. And I've decided that I will not try to cover them up. I earned those marks by creating life. My boys gave me those souvenirs, and I can always be reminded of them, even when they are not with me. I shouldn't be ashamed by them, I should be proud of them. So, on the day of the Iron Girl race, I will be wearing that Train-This top with nothing but a pair tri shorts.
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