Sometimes I think I make so many goals because just to feel proud of myself.
How sad is that?
But then when they don’t get accomplished, I feel like a fraud.
Because maybe I’m not the achiever I think I am.
So then I make new goals
And get really hyped about those
And I run with that hype for 6 months.
But then it fades and I decide I’m a changed woman and want a new goal.
So I make more goals.
And more goals
And still more
Because it’s not the goals I’m addicted to, it’s the newness. The revigoration.
So I may not be a goal whore after all, but actually a hype whore?
This month I’ve decided to change it up.
Instead of just running, I’m going to trial 3 different gyms this month to see what classes work for me.
Maybe it’s from the new fall season or the conversation I had with a friend, but I feel inspired.
I’m ready to be pushed and since I’ve always wanted to try crossfit.
So I thought, why not now?
Why not start the same year I go back to visit my family after 3 years of not seeing them?
Why not show them what 30 can look like with some discipline and hard work?
Because I want to look fit.
And I especially want to look like the athlete I believe I am.
So here goes nothing.