Riding my bike like it's my job
Yes. Even when it's colder than I'd like.
Talking about my goal to be the first professional African-American female road cyclist is cute, and fun, but it's absolutely meaningless if I don't take the steps to make it happen.
I had a revelation recently that I'm not going to get where I'm trying to go if I am doing "what I can". Seeing as how there isn't really a defined path form becoming a pro, especially at 28 years old, I'm going to have to do a whole lot more than "what I can" to make it happen. So I decided to ride my bike like it's my job. Set appointments to "show up for work" and train.
Still working on turning body fat into muscle
I've bumped up my training time to over twice as much, started seriously paying attention to nutrition and fitness, beefing up on my sleeping hours, fixing my form in strenth training, and setting a schedule where my music teacher work and my bike work can co-exist. The "not enough hours in the day" struggle can not be an excuse for not getting things done. My planner looks like one of my students confused it for a highlighter coloring book, but hey, things are getting done. That's not to say that last season I was sitting on my butt waiting for success. I worked hard, but I can and will work harder.
People will only take me as seriously as I take myself. I don't expect anyone to support delusions and hope, that's foolish. That also means being smart enough to not overdo it. I'm setting myself up for success and not creating an unsustainable situation where I will ultimately fail. This is just my latest balancing act.