Fear is my fuel.

January seems to be an eternity back then when I decided to join my first full marathon for 2012, but as December started to chime in, I am definitely scared to my wits. All the preparation I have done so far seems not enough, and the sight of seeing myself crawling on fours at the finish line is a horrifying. Do I have doubts? Certainly, but looking at the bright side, this fear of failure and self doubt is my fuel. I will not let these two get the best of me. Come January 8, I will be ready. I will see myself crossing that finish line and biting that deliciously adorned medal. This feat will be the most gratifying for me to date. Not only that, hearing my beautiful ladies cheering me on as I muster every last energy and will is a sight I am looking forward to, Sha and Ien bring your pompoms and cheer on your papa..