How Many More Times...

So I feel good with purpose, so what else could be missing? When I signed up for my first race, I felt something other than old fashioned motivation...it was fear. Fear is what got me out the door faster and made me push harder to make it...it was that or fail. I was missing that component and pondered the again...unthinkable...it was time...go to the next damn level. The Shamrock Marathon...marathon, not half mind you was 300 days away. I had done the half earlier this year and loved it...so I did it...at lunch again with my friend Patti there as a witness. The excitement was back on and the fear had returned...oh how I've missed you!