I registered for the Badass Dash today. We have a team of 5, gutsy ladies who have re-connected over Facebook, who encourage each other daily to get active, and who motivate each other to stay healthy and fit. They're the ones who came up with the idea, who seem convinced we can all do it, despite the fact that I don't run. Holy crap, I DON'T RUN and I just signed up for a race with 25 obstacle courses!
Breathe. Just breathe.
In, THEN out.
It's not until September 13th, but I'm already thinking "what the hell did I just do? What am I getting myself into?"
Putting my money where my mouth is, is what I'm doing. (Literally. The registration fee is non-refundable). Giving myself something concrete to work towards for two thirds of the year, is what I'm doing. Refusing to go down without a fight as I face 40, as I come upon my 20th high school anniversary/reunion, is what I'm doing. Getting myself into something fun with friends who are also fighting to stay fit, who are facing the same big birthday (soon-ish), who graduated the same year I did. Trying to make myself actually be the badass I want to be, is what I'm doing.
It will be fine.
I will be fine.
It will all be fine.
Excuse me while I go freak out a little.