he following is a guest post from Kalimba Edwards, a friend, athlete, firefighter and self proclaimed “everyday soccer mom”.
Her current goal is to attempt one competition every month in 2021. She regularly shares her adventures on her blog Aye Kalimba – the training, the people she meets, the highs and lows, and the lessons learned.
Each month, we will catch up with Kalimba to hear about her progress. This month Kalimba tells us about her experience in May completing a duathlon with her son.
This is how I started my morning – May 18, 2014. I was a woman on a mission. Challenge #4 (I did miss April’s competition) was ahead of me and I was not going to let anything stand in my way.
After my daily morning meditation aka check Facebook while sitting on toilet (don’t act like y’all don’t do the same thing) I made Tyheem and I a power breakfast. Coconut, banana, walnut pancakes topped with apple butter. Mmmmm mmmm good.
Tyheem and I loaded the truck with my super fast yellow Giant bike and off we went. Minnetonka bound!
The entire way I could here Tyheem’s headphones blaring heavy metal. If you don’t have a middle school age child then maybe you don’t know.
They have headphones on CONSTANTLY! I was listening to Jill Scott and daydreaming of my PR race I was about to have.
We reached Orono school a bit late and hurried to get out stuff and go pick up out race packets. As we walked, we joked about our choice in gym bag, a Seward Coop brown grocery bag, and our lack of uniforms. We admired everyone’s nice bikes while I pushed my pawn shop buy along.
Being different from the crowd is nothing new to us. Our normal family activities include fishing, gun shows, outdoor game conventions and archery tourneys.
There’s not too many people that look like us doing those things, which is fine with me.
Then it happened. FEAR with a capital F.
When we walked around the school to the staging area all I saw were top notch athletes, fast bikes, and super fit people running real fast.
“I don’t think we belong here.” Ty says quietly to me.
“Me either. I mean, do you see one slightly overweight person here?”
“Nope,” Ty replies.
I ask him if he wants to go. He says it’s up to me. So, I made the command decision to retreat. We try to play it off like we were just going to warm up somewhere and hurry to the car.
While packing up the bike a guy next to asks “Not going to race?”
“Um.” I hesitate
“Tell him we have to go home and get our water.” Ty says from the front seat.
“Yeah, I decided not to.” That’s enough explanation.
We drive home, unload the bike, and I take off running.
“Go mom!!!” Ty yells after me.
Yeah, we were going to do a duathlon come hell or high water.
I listen to my run app till it reaches 1.5 miles then I run back home. I grab my bike and do the same.
After an hour I return home to find Ty waiting to finish the race with his running leg.
He returns 30 minutes later.
We hug and high five. We did it. Our first race is done. It might not of been completed where we thought it would but we did anyway.
Right where we belong, close to home and as a team.