In a show of support of On Becoming Fearless, Arianna Huffington's new book, Mothertalk is hosting a Fearless Friday meme -- a time for women to share their stories of becoming empowered.
While this meme might be an easy task for some, I found it to be rather difficult. There are plenty of moments in my life when I felt fearless, like when I finally jumped off the high dive or stood up to the school bully when I was in third grade, but I was having a hard time thinking of a time when I truly felt empowered.
As I quickly made a mental scan of all the major moments of my life -- college graduation, grad school graduation, changing careers, having children, nursing, balancing my life at work and home -- trying to determine which one had the greatest impact, I realized I was omitting something.
Training for the 100-mile bike ride.
There was a time when I thought that pushing a baby out of my body was the hardest thing I ever had to do physically, but that was until I began training for the ride. Training for this bike ride, when I have not done any physical activity for four years except pick up a remote control, and with two small children at home, is without a doubt, hands down, the hardest thing I have ever done physically. It is also one of the hardest things I have done emotionally, aside from being a parent.
During labor, a woman knows that when it is all over she will have a beautiful baby to show off as a result of all her hard work. There is something tangible to look forward to, to work towards. More importantly, when the going gets too rough during labor, there's always various pain medications that can help get you through.
But with the bike ride, there is nothing at the 100-mile finish line to show off except pride. Nothing tangible waiting for me or to work towards. And there's nothing I can take, no pills to swallow, that will help get me over the climbs or work through the pain -- I must rely on pure determination.
For someone who has done nothing but doubt herself and her physical abilities every week since training began, what better way to feel empowered than to physically push myself and actually succeed. And all for charity.
So after riding 55 miles two consecutive week-ends and living to write about it, there is now no question -- I can, and will, ride the 100-miles, and pride is in fact something I can show off.