After a morning of stalling, I just did it. I have registered for my very first race. I am freaking out a little bit. I'm wondering if I've bitten off more than I can chew. All of a sudden, I don't know if I can do this.
Breathe. Cry. Freak out. Breathe. And one more deep breathe for good measure. Pause.
HECK FRICKIN' YES I'M GONNA DO THIS!!!! I'm already doing more than I've done in years. Come Hell or high water, I'm crossing that finish line no matter how long it takes, and I'll go buy my own damn tiara if I have to!
No fear, no worry, no excuses, no comparison between me and some skinny girl is going to get in my way. Not this time. This time I will not give up. This time I will prove to myself and to myself only that no matter what, I can do what I put my mind and heart to accomplish. I used to have no problems with this. Then, I started putting everyone else first because that's just what moms do. It just happens. Putting myself first is hard because letting everyone else go first is so much easier. It's just an excuse to not do what I need to do to achieve my goals. Little goals are too easy for me to put off, I'm afraid. If I don't go big, I just stay on the couch apparently.
Well, the freak out is over for the moment. I'm running under the name Diva AwesomeSauce ... heck yes, I am....because I am Cotton Candy Awesome Sauce! Ow!

This was me when I first started doing this. My first race was a 5k. Now, 18 months, 105 lbs lost and countless miles walked, jogged and run later, I'm preparing for my 3rd half marathon coming up in October. The little goals met are the key, it's how I've made it this far. Keep it up and you and your team are going to do even better than you could possibly imagine!
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