Last year I distinctly remember flipping the calendar from March to April. I didn't want to do it. That calendar flip meant one thing to me - it was time. Time to run my half marathon. April was the month, and I was dreading it something fierce.
But I did, and although Mother Nature tried to kill me (you can read my race recap here. ) I survived. And it's one of my favorite memories.
This year, I do not have a half marathon staring me in the face, but instead a new physical challenge. I start Farrell's this weekend!
I am nervous. Nope, that's an understatement. I am terrified-butterflies-in-my-stomach-throwing-up-on-each-other nervous.
But so excited.
Friday I have to go get my "before" pictures taken. And if I'm being completely honest, that's the part I am the most nervous about! I have to stand in front of people in just a sports bra and booty shorts and smile for the camera. There is one person I am comfortable being that naked in front of. One. And that photographer is not him!
So I figure if I can get through that picture, I can get through anything, right??