Today I had a conversation with my grandad about me doing this Ironman and how he thought it was great that I got my act together while I don’t have a coach. Since it’s a topic that has ‘haunted’ me throughout this year, let’s talk about it.
As mentioned in a previous post, the fantastic unvoluntarily decision to not get a coach is more based on the fact that nobody wanted to coach me *cries softly* rather then it was about me not wanting to get a coach. I am that ugly black little baby swan that no grown mother swan wants to have, something like that.
During this year I’ve heard many people give their opinion about me self-coaching…
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