Well, I Did It...

Well, after having numerous conversations with myself for over a month, I finally "officially" signed up yesterday to walk a 5K on November 21 for St. Jude Hospital. I wasn't going to post this, but I felt that if I did, then I definitely would not back out. Plus people have already donated money in my name so it would be really tacky to not go through with it. I also told my 81 year old mom about it today when I took her to get her hair done. Her reply was, "I sure would like to be there to see you cross that finish line." My heart filled with pride and somehow I will make sure she's there.

Am I scared. Yes, but not in the way you might think. I'm afraid of coming in last though I don't think I have ever come in last in anything I have ever attempted. But, I've never done this type of event on a walker. It's scary not being familiar with the route we'll be walking. Will I be able to see all the bumps, cracks and holes with all the people around me? I terrified of falling and cracking my head on the asphalt. I worry if my hip joints will be able to do it. I have gone the distance on my gazelle many times, but that is so different then walking on pavement. I worry about my hands. Are they going to hold up, especially if it's cold.

But it's these same fears that pushed me into doing it. If I think I can't do something, I will kill myself trying to prove me wrong. It a character flaw. I know. However, after I've completed the walk, I will have peeled another layer of "stuff" off of me that is holding me back. I will be lighter for having completed my goal.

Pray for me and wish me luck!!!

Pam