Today’s the day, next month.
The enormity of my attempt is hitting me. I’ve had a week of eating crap and feeling like crap allowing me to reflect on my body.
My body is what I want it to be. Whether it be treating it with love and reverence and taking care of it through food and exercise, or by treating it with casual abandon. It will respond in kind to me.
And the soreness, and the tiredness in the legs is not doing me any favours when I think about the looming distance.