Sometimes I think I’m crazy. Like I don’t even know who I am anymore. It’s really interesting when I rewind where I was even last year versus where I am now. I am not the same person. I can’t help but laugh at the differences. Last year my husband asked me to do a bike ride with him. He wanted to do the 48 miler and I wanted to do the 15 miler. He was excited that I was doing the ride and promised we could do the 15 miler. At the 15 mile mark I agreed to keep going and did 33 miles. It was brutal. Absolutely brutal. There were tears, embarrassing moments and many vulgarities.
Today, I asked to do the 42 miler…as part of my training…for a triathlon I’m doing the following weekend. Sometimes I really do think I’ve lost my mind.