Today, with a group of friends better than I could ever ask for, I completed my first sprint triathlon: 8 laps in the pool, 9.55 mile bike and 3.1 mile run. I placed 9th in women overall. I made good time, injury free. Happy day!
While I’m basking in the joy of completing the event, the devil comes in and he says:
- Look at those fat rolls.
- Your hair looks awfully thin in those photos.
- You aren’t as pretty as her.
- Your teeth are crooked.
- Your face looks chubby.
Get behind me Satan!
I will not listen to you! The truth is:
- That fat gave me energy and endurance to do this.
- I just finished a race, who the #$%* cares? And if they do, they are very shallow. My hair is on my head just how it’s supposed to be.
- She’s pretty and I am enjoying looking at her.
- My teeth work just fine and I’m very glad they are still in my mouth!
- My face is mine, just how it’s supposed to be.
Beyond that, I did it! My friends did it! My husband and soul sister were cheering me on! I showed up and I did well!
I am loved, people really love me. That’s a lot to celebrate right there. That is enough. I will soak in the joy and excitement of this moment. My own thoughts are certainly not going to stop me…
Big time victories today! The race was one, kicking the devil to the curb was even greater.
Please do the same!
From my heart to yours, thank you for reading.