So I have hired a coach. I will call her Mistress H. Her job will be to help me not suck in 2011. I have the feeling this is going to involve a whole heap of pain, a lot of bitching and whining on my part, and perhaps a whip and a cattle prod on hers.
Seriously though, I am tired of feeling like I could have done more, should have tried harder, would have been faster, if I had just made time for myself. Tomorrow I will get my training plan, and the new year will truly begin. My time has come, and it’s gonna be a helluva ride. Stay tuned for the drama, or perhaps comedy… tragedy? Let’s find out.