There is this voice in the back of my mind that says "You can't possibly do this at 49. You're too old, it's too hard, it hurts and you're much too busy". If there is anything I've learned, it's this: That voice is not me. That voice knows nothing, That voice wants to keep my life small and safe. This is the same voice that said I could not possibly go to medical school, I could not possibly be an Ob/Gyn, I could not possibly open my own practice. This voice is the enemy. It has been with me throughout my life. I've learned not to believe it. So when it says, "You can't do that" I laugh and say, "Watch me!"
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