Mantra

.....my first week of running is almost over. I've run every day since Sunday. Tomorrow I will rest and on Sunday I have my first 5k.

Sure, I ran 4 miles of the White Rock Lake Marathon in December, but that was as part of a team. Sunday it is all me. The only person I have to let down is myself, which I refuse to do. It's time to make changes in my life and El Hombre did tell me that I needed to find a hobby. I will make running my hobby, even if it kills me.

I have a fear of standing out, of people looking at me, others laughing at me, and failing. These fears are crippling to me. I've signed up for a 5k, by myself, before and didn't go because on or all of those fears held me back. This time that won't be happening. Why? I've realized that I will not stand out. No one is looking at me. No one is laughing at me and I only fail if I don't try. My new motto (which I got from FatChicksRunning.com) is Dead last finish is greater than did not finish which greatly trumps did not start. They might laugh if I'm last, but at least I'll have finished something I had the guts to start.