A little more than a year ago, my best friend started a blog. It’s really interesting and insightful, and I encourage you to check it out.
She started the blog, because her friend (who is also a good friend) started a blog. It was a natural chain reaction. I saw how they got on with their stories, and thought that maybe I needed the catharsis that it provided. I tried, and I made a blog that lasted a few months. I never felt that it had the place in my life that it had in theirs, so I dropped it.
No big deal, I figure it’s happened to plenty of bloggers in the past. I need to refocus and really think about what I’m writing.
My last blog was focused on the fact that I weighed 250 pounds and couldn’t shake the weight. I still haven’t, actually, but that’s ok. This blog is probably going to have a bit of refocus on that, too. I lost track of goals. To be totally honest, I’ve never done well with goals. I never quite seem to meet them, so I don’t really set them. Or at least, I don’t commit to them. I’ve got some self-confidence issues.
But I’m trying to turn that around.
I went to FitBloggin’ 2013 a few weeks ago. Just like last year, it was fantastic. Everyone is a friend. To date, I’ve never been anywhere else that made me feel as included and welcome and comfortable. I wish every day were like that. I thank everyone there from the bottom of my stupid heart.
While I was there, Stephanie, mentioned completing a Triathalon. She said it with such nonchalance that it struck me pretty good. ‘Triathalon’ just sound(ed) like marathon. Marathons are fuckin’ scary to me. Three miles is still pretty scary, to tell the truth. Steph (I hope it’s okay if I call her that, I haven’t cleared that yet, I think it’s fine though) told me in earnest that it ain’t that hard.
“Anyone can do it.” -Steph’s words (as dictated below; thanks, grl!)
Anyone? I think I’m anyone. I think I might be, yeah.
So I’ve decided to make a goal, and do my damnedest to actually stick to it. And I’m gonna write about it here.
This is the Triathalon I’m going to do.
750 meter swim, 10 miles on a bike, and 3 miles on foot. Ish.
It’s in June. It’s going to suck, of that I have no doubt. But I have some time to get ready for it.
I should probably figure out how I’m gonna get ready for it.
A Constant State of Trying Harder 