i watch my seven year old leave the house everyday in her favorite shoes. the shoes she can’t live without - black patent leather mary janes. and i can remember, like it was yesterday, when i was her age and i had a pair of shoes i couldn’t live without; patent leather mary-janes. only mine were red.
right now, it seems that my seven year old is providing me with more blog material that i can currently come up with on my own.
but my own material would consist of the frustrations of not being able to please everybody, of treading rough waters and of feeling that i am in over my head.
it might consist of the fact that my head has been in a fog and only just now is the fog lifting and i feel creative.
or i’d write about the day to day of winter training and of how i just want the season to start already, or of how much i love the all too rare official “day off” on my training schedule in which it is suggested that i do things like: nap, listen to music, get a massage, stay off my feet as much as possible or float in water. cause the thought of floating in water makes me laugh.
or it would be about how nice it was to finally get off the damn trainer and get outside with good friends and teammates and get some good, long rides done in 60 degree weather.
or i’d write about how i wish i didn’t care what people thought about me or said about me, but i do.
my seven year old has got it all figured out. this just came home from school to go with the definition of a personal view of oneself:
I love my family.
I think Spongebob is the best.
Sparkly shoes make me look cool.
cause that’s just so much easier.