In the spirit of that whole bursting my bubble thing, I’ve decided to do one thing a week that scares me.
For instance, when I was in Halifax, I went to a spin class at Goodlife with Niffer. Now, this is a big thing because for over a year I’ve been promising poor Sam but finally got the courage to go. Now I’m sure she’ll rope me into classes and I’m good with that. I’m actually looking forward to it (after our half marathon clinic is over, of course).
And then there’s putting myself out there and trying to date… again. Now, this generally goes horribly wrong in my world and it seems to have yet again, but I’m trying. I swear.
This week’s thing that scared me was something pretty damn simple - I climbed onto my scale. Yes, the number was pretty shocking and I deserve it, but it’s done. I had avoided it for awhile and I needed to know just how much “fun” costs. Although, my pants had already informed me of such a number. I just needed confirmation.
So what will I do in the coming weeks? Who knows!
I’m open to suggestion.
So hit me with your best shot:
What do you think would scare me and I should try?
What have you done lately that scares you?