While I've always been goal-oriented, I'd be hard-pressed to define myself as a self-starter. Rather, I start things, but have difficulty completing them unless I have a firm deadline. And unless this deadline holds some kind of imminent doom, I tend not to take it too seriously.
This morning I signed up for the LA Triathlon. This means I have 269 days left to train my sorry carcass to swim, bike, and run without keeling over or soiling itself before the finish line. To quote the Talking Heads: "My God, what have I done?"
So with September 30 less than 9 months away, bearing the promise of more physical activity than I've probably done in the previous 27 years of my life combined, I think it's safe to say that my feet are being held to the proverbial flames...
