I threw myself a giant pity party that lasted for three days, mulling over the half marathon and whether or not I’d do a full. At the end of the day it doesn’t matter so long as I am happy with whatever I choose. No one says I have to run 26.2 miles. No one is pushing me one way or another. However, I have marked the time off of work to do this already. All I have to do is sign up…and then train.
A co-worker of mine runs marathons. I have clients of all ages, lifestyles and backgrounds that have done at least one if not many. Why do I feel I can’t achieve this? Why do I feel that I’ll somehow drop the ball again?
Before I can talk myself out of it only to talk myself into it, the out of it again, I go to the office at work and get online. I find the Atlanta race and sign up.
Eeekkk!!!!
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