I think committing to a vigorous workout is kind of like waiting in line for a huge and terrifying roller coaster. It’s something I really want to do. I know I’ll get up there eventually…eventually I’ll take that big step onto the ride, but for now, I’m waiting for that moment. I’m building up some energy, watching other people on the ride to see how they do, and what their reactions are. The closer I get to the ride, the more anxiety I feel, and I might even have doubt about whether or not I’ll be able to follow through and actually get ON the ride, it’s looks intense! Then it’s my turn. It’s time to put up or shut up. If I don’t get on the ride I’ll never know that amazing that I might have had if I had taken the ride. I think I’m going to get on the ride. Good thing I love roller coasters I might have some second thoughts while I’m sweating my butt off, and I might swear that I’ll never do it again, but I know that after all is said and done I’ll be glad that I did it.
So all in all, I think I’m ready for another big push (the first one was making it though the first half of the competition). I started with the mini roller coasters, time for the big ones. I want to come out on the other end of this competition feeling awesome and accomplishing things that I wasn’t able to before I started this. I’m really feeling great…I’m feeling very motivated, and to quote one of my teammates/competitors “I’m just brimming with love and rainbows and sunshine” (Very well put Adria!) If there was ever a time for me to meet my goals, this is it!