Interestingly though, I find my runner’s brain comes into play as I attempt to juggle all of these projects. Nothing is impossible. It is something I have learned through running but apply in every part of my life.
Now I bet you are thinking I am going to tell you how I have learned all this cool SEO stuff and how I can edit video and audio like a champ, right? Nah, you have seen that on the videos. What I am going to tell you is that I have broken through a barrier that has shocked my entire family. I am working on becoming a girly-girl.
This coming weekend we will be attending Plebe Parent Weekend at the United States Military Academy – West Point. On Saturday evening we will be attending a ball, which means this sporty-mom, with little to no ability to be girly is going to have to put on a dress. For weeks I searched for a dress by Nike or Under Armor to no avail. Finally I had to give in.
I have decided that if I can run marathons and Ironman and create a YouTube Channel at 40-something, then I can figure out this girly thing too. And I have approached it just like I have approached my athletic life. I recruited help and began a training regime.
I have spent hours trying to find a shoe that doesn’t scare me and still more hours trying to learn how to walk in said shoes without falling over. Luckily, between the salesperson at Nordstrom and my girly Twitter friends I am getting closer to staying upright all the way across the kitchen floor.
In addition to my shoe training I have to work on the makeup portion of this event. Apparently moms who are in their forties should know what this stuff for your face is called. Just like all those years ago when I finally figure out what a fartlek was, I am learning the technical language of this game and I have bought the proper gear. Today was spent taking a lesson in how to apply said gear and practicing on my own, over and over again. You will be glad to know that after a couple of hours I look less like the clown in IT than I did on the first attempt.
The ball is in four days. I am not quite ready but I am getting there. As I have said for years in my running life, anything is possible. I might not make a complete fool of myself after all. Now where is that ponytail holder?