Today, my husband is competing in a sprint triathlon, which is quite impressive when you think about the dedication and training it takes to transition seamlessly between swimming, biking, and running. It’s a true test of both physical and mental endurance, requiring meticulous planning and preparation.
Last year was his introduction to this sport, and we quickly discovered how crucial the transitions are—sometimes just as vital as the events themselves. If he spends too long changing socks or removing his wetsuit, it could mean the difference between a top finish and a disappointing result.
While I wouldn’t classify myself as a triathlete, I often reflect on the daily triathlon that mothers undertake. Our version may not involve swimming, cycling, or running, but it certainly consists of rapid transitions that can determine a good day from a chaotic one.
Morning Rush
Take yesterday, for instance. My morning started with the usual flurry of getting the kids ready for school. We managed a nutritious breakfast while simultaneously racing to don our ‘gear’—homework was completed, backpacks packed, and lunches in hand.
As we dashed off, I navigated through neighborhood construction with strategic precision, taking the best route possible to set a new personal record amidst the chaos—dodging cones, traffic, and school buses. We arrived at school, impressively shaving three minutes off our typical time.
Transitioning to Work
With the race off to a solid start, I began planning my transition from mom to professional. Just as the boys were about to leave, I noticed a familiar look on my youngest son’s face: he had forgotten his lunch at home.
Suddenly, my plans were derailed. I quickly pivoted and ordered a sandwich to be delivered to the school, sparing myself a detour that would disrupt my schedule. With a quick goodbye kiss, I refocused my mind on the upcoming workday.
The day began smoothly until my boss unexpectedly popped into my office for what was supposed to be a brief chat. What started as a quick five-minute discussion turned into a drawn-out 45-minute meeting, threatening my next appointment.
In a moment of panic, I recalled that I had forgotten to order my son’s lunch. I quickly called a colleague to inform her of my delay and scrambled online for the school’s address—something I regretted not memorizing. I placed the order just in time and rushed to the school, arriving just as lunch began.
Afternoon Challenges
Afterward, I headed to my meeting, which ran over and locked me out of my office during lunch hour. Luckily, a teammate was nearby to help me regain access. This was the moment I usually catch up on emails and take a breather. I grabbed a hard-boiled egg, an apple, and some string cheese to power through the afternoon.
As the day progressed, I had another meeting scheduled to end at 4:30 PM, followed by the urgent transition back to mom mode to pick up the kids for soccer practice. Fortunately, their practices coincided at the same location, which was a small win.
The latter half of the day proved demanding, requiring stamina and mental fortitude. I felt fatigued yet pushed on, leading my meeting with positivity and focus. It was 4:29 PM when I realized I still had to pack up and make my way to the car parked farther than usual.
I managed to pick up my oldest son at 4:46 PM—just a minute late. However, panic set in when he asked about his younger brother. I realized I had taken the wrong route to pick up the kids. This meant my youngest would have to wait and the coaches would be delayed, jeopardizing our timely arrival at practice.
I calmed myself and opted for back roads in an attempt to save time, but it didn’t go as planned, and we arrived ten minutes late. Thankfully, everyone was fine, and we quickly transitioned to eating, changing, and heading to practice.
Evening Reflections
With my motherly prowess on full display, I barked orders to get the boys ready. We skillfully navigated back home, where I made a quick stop at Target for essential supplies, including groceries and some household items my husband had requested. As the clock ticked, I felt a surge of adrenaline knowing the finish line was in sight.
To keep the momentum going, I decided to grab dinner instead of tackling the dreaded late-night cooking. The thought of a warm bath and perhaps a glass of wine awaited me as a reward for surviving another day.
Once home, I crossed the finish line of my daily triathlon. Reflecting on the day, I realized that perhaps sprint triathlons are not my style; I might be more suited for the marathon approach—slow and steady.
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In summary, the daily life of a mother can often feel like an intense triathlon, filled with transitions that shape the outcome of our day. While I may not be competing in traditional races, every day is a new challenge and victory.