of course i didn't intend for this to happen. going to one of the most athletic cities in the world where biking, running and skating trails are abundant. where everyone works out before, during and after work. where locals wear their pumas and nike sports bras to get beers and dinner. a place where people play soccer and volleyball and surf at the beaches from sunrise to sunset. but it did. it happened. i have to admit it. i am now out of shape.
we did a lot of walking. a lot. and by the end of each day my legs were jello and all i wanted to do was cook dinner, drink brazilian beer and dance in my flip-flops at street festivals. so i did. hey...it's vacation right?
and it an excuse. and now it has been so hard to get back into the zone. i know i can. i keep telling myself. i know i can. i've been there before. i can do it again. give yourself two weeks, give it two weeks.
so now....i work, hard and slow and keep repeating "i know i can" like that darn little blue engine
a little at a time....just believe.
