My heart was racing. Anxiety was building. Was I really going to do this? Really? But what if I can’t? I know it is going to be really hard.
The fear was creeping into my brain, threatening to change my mind, to hold me back from doing something I had agreed to do.
How often in my life have I let my fear rule my choices? Far too many times.
“may your CHOICES reflect your hopes, not your fears” –Nelson Mandela
This quote that I read last week in my new Fitness journal came back to me in the moments leading up to my hitting the “confirm” button. Was I going to let the fear stop me, or was I going to choose to follow my hope, the faith in my ability and the faith my husband had in me?
Another quote I read recently stuck out in my mind:
As I clicked on the confirm button, my excitement grew…..I am going to do this. I have made my choice. I am going to let fear mean that I am facing everything and rising! I am going to do this despite my fear of failure, fear of disappointment, and deep down my fear of succeeding, of being proud of me.
I did it. I registered for my first half marathon.
I made my choice and I have chosen me.