I was looking back on my blog over the past couple of years. It's funny because if you look at my blog, twitter and facebook page, it's hard to really see everything that's going on behind the scenes. I guess I do that on purpose (I'm easy to google search - and some stuff should be private), but it's also funny to think how much I don't share.
I cannot believe I'm sitting here. One week from today I'll be waking up in my room at Disney. Next Saturday night I'll be freaking out about last minute race preparations. Next Sunday I run a half marathon.
I know it's all I'm talking about.
It's all I'm thinking about.
I'm so excited.
When I read back on some old posts I noticed something shining through most of my writing. FEAR. This feeling of "I hope I can do this. I think I've trained hard enough. etc etc." But right now ... I don't have that fear. Sure, the unexpected can happen. (I've got the insurance policy just in case). But, there's no part of me that is doubting that I can do it.
Last weekend I ran the distance in a training run. It wasn't easy. It's not supposed to be. But it felt awesome.
Because somewhere in this journey I've discovered the feeling of I can. And I can do it while running in a gold sparkle skirt! (stay tuned for the full costume)