Today I am having a very long moment of “What the hell am I thinking?” I can’t even run a mile let alone three and I haven’t been on a bike for years. How am I ever going to do this? What I am doing could hardly be considered training. And on that note, when am I really going to train? It’s one thing to get up before five every morning, I actually really like that. But how will I fit in the biking and where am I suppose to get a canoe? And when am I ever going to practice canoeing eleven miles? All in three months.
I want this. I want this. I want this. I sit here and look at my dirty house, and wonder when I am going to fit in cleaning and working and being with my family and training and I feel like crying.