I have been working on commitment lately. Frankly, the only thing I have a 100% commitment rate at is relationships. (I have yet to find someone equally as committed.)
My most recent commitment goal is to run. In order to encourage myself to run, I decided to sign up to run the dirty dash. $40 to bathe in mud and meet a goal? Perfect. So I'm committed. Then I find out I'm injured. And that I cant run. Nobody knows what it is. So I consider withdrawing from the race and giving up my dreams of playing in the mud so that I can heal.
But this situation is too familiar...oh yeah, this same thing happened last year when I was training to run the red rock relay. I am sick of not following through with my goals that seem so paved with good intentions. I just want to be healthy, lose some weight and be able to accomplish a goal!!!
So I made a new plan. Do some work out videos to get myself in shape so that I am not too winded from exertion, and then run the race anyways. That was a great plan until I found out that my mysterious injury actually flames up and hurts like the dickens whenever I try any form of exercise. LAME.
Finally, after over a year, I find a doctor who knows what's wrong. He heals me up, and I am now myo facitis free. (sort of.) so after getting the green light to run again on Monday, I am running the dirty dash on Saturday. Yeah. I'd like to see someone stop me. I'm one committed woman.
