Rejection. Failure. Loss.

Nobody wants to deal with any of these, but if you’re a human adult, you’ve certainly encountered all of these things and probably taken them a bit too personally a time or two.  If you’re me, you have become intimately familiar with each one of them, like a trio of sister-wives.

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Two tales of forward progress and facing fear

The One Where She Ran 

If you read my inaugural post, you may remember that I confessed to being too intimidated to join any of the RMR runs because it’s a large group of fast and furious runners that are much stronger and fitter than me.  I promised that for every comment anyone made committing themselves to doing something they were afraid of, I would join one RMR run this year.  Well, this week I attended the first one facing that all too familiar fear of “I’m not good enough”.

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Changing my tune

I’ve had a cold all week, where every day has felt worse than the last.  I’ve been able to keep in good spirits, or at least make jokes, rather than focusing on my suffering.  I’ve been spreading this li’l gem far and wide, as it pretty much sums up the last three days of my life.

Congratulations if you made it past that.  And sorry, humans are gross.

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Others get divorced and buy a Porsche

I’m gonna need a new hydration vest.

On December 30th, I wrote that post on goals, fully intending to sign up for the Mount Hood 50k as my annual destination race.  My schedule was coming together nicely… Continue reading Others get divorced and buy a Porsche

Attitude

I choose to be happy!

What does that even mean?  It means reducing behaviors and triggers for negative thought patterns that make me a miserable, angsty, shoegazer.  It means having fun and surrounding myself with people who make me laugh.  It means radical honesty, saying no, discipline, music, and saying yes a lot more often.  It means giving fewer fucks and doing what feels good instead of what looks good.  It means dancing to Sia at the gym even if I look like a total douche because it feels so good to do things that make me feel healthy and strong, particularly when accompanied by sweet jams.  It means making myself a priority.  It means having attitude.  It means knowing how to avoid falling prey to self-doubt.  Most importantly, it means not wasting another minute feeling less-than, unworthy, or insecure. 

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