Anybody else check their email 428,612,907 times already today looking for an email from Chicago?🙋♀️🤞
In other random news - My boys and I have discussed at length the sad plight of Tuesday. Tuesday is kind of a nothing day. It’s not the first day of the week. It’s not the hump that says we’ve made it half way. It’s not Friday-eve, and it’s definitely not the weekend. So what is poor Tuesday?🤔 .
Anyhoo... 4 miles today, 4 weeks & 4 days til #charlestonmarathon 💃🎉🤸♂️ Also, 4 is my sister’s lucky number 🤷♀️ and look at all the 4’s in my run stats today! I think that’s a very good sign!!!🤪 Come on Chicago!!!🤞🤞🤞
Let’s make Tuesday proud today guys!🤗😘
I love that I have balance now. I love that I'm proud of myself.
I love that I'm getting stronger and better everyday. My only purpose in life was competition; I was living for comparison, but the problem is that comparison is unrealistic because every single person has a different set of circumstances to navigate.
When I found running, I was lucky enough to have all of that change. Initially I would still get caught in a vicious cycle of accomplishing more and it still not being good enough. I remember saying: this was a good result, race, outcome, etc.. But if I could just do "that", I'd be happy. But when "that" happens, I would already be looking for the next reason why I'm not good enough.
All of this came from a place of of not truly loving myself. Not believing that I'm enough. The constant need to compare myself to others. I lived in a world in which I was trapped by my own insecurities. I was too afraid to put myself out there, to invest in myself. I'm not afraid anymore. I want people to think highly of me, but I stopped changing who I am for that to happen and I grew.
I always tell people that they're good enough, because it's true, and so am I.