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.
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 
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I know that feeling… five years ago, jogging around a small village hall as part of an exercise class warm up felt like hell, now I happily go out for 10 mile runs to chat with friends and have run a couple of marathons. The days when I don’t do any exercise are the ones when I get twitchy now!
Thanks!
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