I did.
And actually. I didn't just fall. I took a dangerous tumble and crashed flat on my face. Shortly after finishing my race at the end of August, I've completely let loose. Turns out, without something to look forward to - a goal of some sort - I had nothing to work towards.
Crazy, right?
What about maintaining a healthy lifestyle? What about setting a good example for your kids by eating sensibly and working out? Those aren't enough to keep you going?!?
Of course they are.
But in my mind, I didn't have any races lined up. Nothing to look forward to. I used to think Andy was crazy, always signing up for races. But I completely get it now. Once you become an athlete; once you've put yourself in the mindset that you've got something to work for, you become addicted. And you need something to fuel your addiction.
A race. An event.
And sometimes it takes hitting the bottom again to get yourself back on track.
So here I go again.
Getting myself back on track.
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