I trained for 9 years. I worked out 2-3 times a day 6-7 days a week. Countless hours spent pushing my physical and mental limits to try to be the best rower I could be.
And it doesn’t even come close to how physically demanding and exhausting parenting is. Picking up putting down. Changing clothes. Washing clothes. Washing bottles. Picking up toys. In and out of the stroller. Walks around the block. Waiting for sleep to finally take hold each night.
My body aches everywhere. I’m so tired looking the baristas at Starbucks ask me how I’m doing.
This isn’t a training session or a sport I can retire from. And I can’t just nap or sleep late when I’m extra fatigued. I’ve got to endure. It’s a full time job on top of work on top of marriage on top of mortgage.
It’s all worth it but man I am beat up. Makes a 2k look pretty damn easy right about now.
Amen.