It's amazing what happens when my mind starts playing games. In this case, amazing does not refer to a good turn of events, though. Exactly one week from today (because my wave begins at 10:45 a.m.), I will be climbing the John Hancock building here in Chicago for the long-awaited Hustle Up the Hancock event. As the days have ticked away, that reality has been scaring the shit out of me.
My exercising has slacked (I haven't worked out since Thursday night), my eating has worsened (I am not even going to discuss the Mexican dinner, cannoli cake, and Godiva chocolate feast last night), and I have become very unsure of myself. I know that everyone tells me that I can do it, but my body does not seem to agree.
There are some big things at play here in my mind, and I think they are all getting mixed up in this event and thus causing it to take on a meaning bigger than it should. I need to focus on it as an hour of my life, and not a measure of myself. I need to find the fun it and not live in my fear. But I only have a week to figure all of this out. Wish me luck.