Here we go, y’all.

I had a big secret thing. I didn’t want to tell anyone for fear of failing (again). And then I read this. Go read it now, please.

The decision is to either bet on yourself — by telling every single person who will listen to you what you intend to do — or to bet against yourself, by keeping it a secret.

You know, just in case you fail. Smiley face.

“I’ll surprise everyone,” we say. “I’ll make all these huge changes in secret, and one day, when I run my marathon / finish my triathlon / celebrate my year as a vegetarian / quit my job, then everyone will see what I’m capable of.”

This, of course, is total bullshit. It’s fear, and all that stuff we tell ourselves is just rationalization.

So here I go. I’m taking the island. I’m burning the boats. I’m not leaving myself an out.

I’m joining up with a friend as her virtual training partner, and I’m training to run a marathon next November.

See that icon on my sidebar? The Wuder Ice Project? That’s it, and now if you click on it you’ll be able to see my training plan… which, for the record, I OPENLY WELCOME suggestions on. I basically did a few weeks of walking, a couch to 10k program, and then the higdon marathon training, with a bunch of doubled up weeks in there where I thought I might struggle.

I am insane, yes. I’m also sort of happy about it.