On August 18, 2013, at 9:11 PM, I became an Ironman. I have accomplished a lot of things in my 30 years on this planet, but there is nothing quite like this milestone … or so I thought.
I swore around the start of my first Ironman (Mont Tremblant in 2013) that I'd never do another. Yet there I was, the moment registration opened last August, calendar blocked so nobody would interrupt me as I registered for Ironman Muskoka 2015.
Week 4 challenge:
How'd I do?
Well, the actual week when I did the challenge was great. I met it surpassed my water goal every day like a boss.
Then a couple of things happened...
I'm a recovering perfectionist. I'm an I'll-start-that-new-(insert admirable habit)-on-Monday kind of gal. When I miss the window, I plan on next Monday, and then next Monday, and the next one, and so on. Of course, I can be dedicated. I do focus and work hard. But I'm also all or nothing in an I've-skipped-some-workouts-so-may-as-well-binge-watch-Newsroom and I-had-too-many-chips-at-lunch-so-may-as-well-do-wings-for-dinner sorta way.