I ran some races. I’ve met my running goals that I secretly set earlier this summer. I didn’t want to talk much about goals that I set because – what if – what if I stopped, or quit, or didn’t complete those goals, then you’d be all whatever happened to the running bit? Anyway, running all summer. It sucked, it still sucks. But each time I went I got better, I went further. I felt better and better. My muscles are toning up and I actually started to like it.

Then I got hurt. And sick. And I had to stop running to get better and rest everything.

Then I hooked up with a old friend who wanted to run a 5k. I had been off the training for weeks, but I was running that before the sick. But I was scared. But I did it anyway. We started with the Dazzle Dash. It was 1.4 miles. But we rocked it. In our usual fashion.

Then she started pushing me for a 5K on Thanksgiving. I hemmed and hawed. I was scared. My head was in it. I was nervous. I didn’t want to lose. But what was the worst? I had to walk? I ran slow? My friend promised to help and stay with me. So we signed up.

And help she did. Her positive attitude and “you can do its” pushed me to the end – where y niece was waiting to meet me at the finish.

SO be brave. Make goals. Go for them. Get out of your way and head and just try. What’s the worse that could happen?