Raise your hand if you threw a temper tantrum in your blog yesterday ... (raises hand) ... yep, I was a little ticked yesterday, and I vented right here. I'm not proud of it and even thought of removing it, but if you're still reading this, you want to know what it's like to do something like FWSW. That's what it was like yesterday. Some days just feel like a kick to the head.
Even though I was a ding-dong about the whole thing, everyone still encouraged me. Michael (my mentor) really brought it home with a candid heart-to-heart after this morning's workout. I've said it before, and you'll hear me say it again, having the right kind of support makes a huge difference. His words came across so clearly because he's walked where I walked. As FWSW alumni, he's been in my shoes.
Here's the bottom line: the old me (pre-FWSW) couldn't do any of the things I've done so far. I've come so far that that old fat me is gone and replaced with a little less fat and fitter me that could complete a 5k (barely), or do 100 flights of stairs, etc. Here's the cool part: the me that waddled the 5k is also gone and has been replaced with an even leaner, fitter me that is capable of even more. Remember how I was so proud of 130 flights in 40 minutes last week? Well, that me is long gone too and has just been replaced another me that just did 152 flights! My goal is 200 flights in 40 minutes, and some sleek Adonis future me is going to do it.
So, fortunately, the me that threw a fit yesterday is gone just like the others. I'm sure you remember him, but don't get too attached. He's history. And so am I.
(Final note -- for some reason, I've got Weird Al's "I Think I'm A Clone Now" playing in my head ...)
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