It's 14 days since I began my venture into the bucket list. The thing which is on my mind most of the time is my walk to Sydney. Even though it is only day 14 I already feel time is ticking on and I feel I haven't really that much time to achieve it.
One of my goals in walking to Sydney was keep my cards close to my chest so I have myself to answer to. And there's the fear of me not actually doing the walk after I have told the world. This is why I did'nt tell to many people. Now there is a few more people who know besides your good selves (all of America and Alaska hehehe).
My good husband told a friend at dinner the other day. I just cringed because I know what was coming next, 'Why do you want to do that'? My reply of course was, 'because it's there'. The other side of the coin is, I am more determined to get it done because let's face it, no one (especially myself) wants to be judged.
Yesterday after a couple of Champangnes I also told a couple of trusted friends. I could hear myself telling me, 'DON'T' but when you're tipsy, honesty always shows itself in some form. Again I was asked why and I told them my goal. Then something I didn't expect, 'I'll do it with you'. Wow!!
A very encouraging response because it again concretes me doing what I set out to do and it make me really want to focus on every aspect of this journey.
It concretes how much I have to also get not just my fitness right but the fuel to get me there right. I have to be on top of my eating and my exercise or I will not make it. If I am not prepared to eat according to my training then I will be one fat, sore, exhausted and possible injured indiviual in January 4 and on the 10th of April.
It's all very surreal though. I can't believe I am setting myself up for something. Is it failure or success? Maybe it's all good and it is a matter of how I look at it. It is just a walk after all and I am just going for a walk one day in January and one day in April. Anything thing in between is not really important.
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