The race is 11 weeks away.
I'm recovering from a brutal year plus of surgeries and recoveries that have caused me to have setbacks. Unhealthy habits have taken hold, and I really need to remake my life.
I'm not making excuses.
I'm reminding myself that I need to get off my butt and go. I've forgotten how those endorphins feel. I've forgotten about that post workout afterglow.
It's time I got serious again about that workout. I really do love how I feel.
It's just starting that's hard.
On a Monday, when in the back of my head I'm saying I've got 11 weeks.
I start teaching yoga Friday night so that countdown is in days now.
I am looking at my spring & summer wardrobe in my closet, and would love to fit into it this year.
It's just a matter of treating myself with the same amount of caring and love I show to others.
Easier said than done I suppose.
But it's possible.
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