Believe it or not, I am not the most confident person in the world. There are certain things I know I am good at:
- I make an awesome Tortilla Soup
- I am am a good friend
- I am good at my job
- I am a good wife, daughter, sister and doggie mom
- I can perform only the simplest math
- I cannot sew
- I have no musical ability whatsoever (despite my secret desire to be in a Broadway musical one day)
I am a decent swimmer, biker and runner, but for me, none of it is natural. I so envy those athletes who make it look so easy. For me, it is work, but fortunately, it is work I enjoy doing, at least most of the time.
But, is it enough? 27 weeks to go. That's a lifetime. Why am I doubting myself? Can I do this? Will my body hold up? Today I am beating myself up because I fell short of my plan for the week.
OMG - Shut up Marcy!
So you fell a little short this week. Big Freakin Deal! Suck it Up Buttercup!
I swam, biked or ran 8 hours this week. That is nothing to hang my head about.
I can and will do this, but be prepared, there will be meltdowns to come!