I have limits. I know them now, and I’m prepared to push them.
Limits aren’t permanent – they’re not a ceiling on progress. Limits are just the tough part of the ladder where there’s a rung or two missing. With a bit of a push and a jump, you can get over the hurdle.
But I’ve got to be realistic about it.
I won’t be running the half marathon in February.
Instead, I’ll be running the 10km with the view of pushing myself harder over the shorter distance, rather than struggling with a half-arsed half-marathon.
My training just hasn’t been good enough to do a good job.
Yes, I feel stink about it. But I’d rather be honest about it now, and be realistic about my goals. It was always going to be tough, but I just haven’t followed a good enough plan to make the impossibly-hard be difficult-but-obtainable.
Remember, goals have to be SMART.
I’ll be sticking to much smaller, achievable goals for now.