001It’s right around the corner—the most prestigious marathon on the planet.  Of course, I’m talking about Boston.  The big day is April 21st.  I will not be there physically but my heart and soul will be there—as it was last year when two bombs devastated the marathon killing three people and injuring more than 260—leaving us shocked and bewildered.  Why?

I sat glued to the television as I watched the events unfold feeling nauseous and horrified.  I ran the Boston Marathon the year before and my brother and his wife were there in the crowd—right where one of the bombs went off.  What if the bombings had happened that year?  But we can’t think that way…

I fielded phone calls all day from family and friends who thought I might be there.  My boyfriend’s son, an MIT student, was there in the crowd.  We didn’t hear from him for hours.  I assured my boyfriend that most of the students hung out at certain parts of the course, not at the finish line.  Of course it was difficult to not think the worst.  We did finally hear from him.  You know kids, they don’t think sometimes.  He wasn’t near the bombs but since he had a cell phone, he was taken aside and questioned.  He didn’t think to call earlier—too much going on.

I was amazed at the speed and efficiency of the investigation, which in a few days, identified the suspects out of thousands of people in the crowd.  Thank goodness for cell phone pictures.  Two brothers are suspected to have built and placed the bombs, the older brother, Tamerlan Tsarnaev, was killed during a shootout.  The younger brother, Dzhokhar, was apprehended and charged with using a weapon of mass destruction.  He has yet to stand trial.

Meanwhile, the Boston Marathon lives on.  Runners are tough, especially Boston Marathon runners.  They will not be intimidated by a terrorist act.  But, more importantly, the thousands of supporters will again line the streets and be there at the finish line to support the race.  There is a strict “no bag” policy in effect.  Probably a good thing.  No bags will be allowed around the course and runners must use a clear bag provided by the race organizers.  You can bet security will be high this year.

This brings back memories of 9-11.  I remember getting on a plane to fly into Washington D.C. a few weeks after 9-11.  I ran the Marine Corp Marathon on October 28, 2001 with my brother, Danny, who lived and worked there.  To tell you the truth I was terrified to get on that plane but Danny assured me that any flights going into Washington D.C. were the safest flights in the country.  The most vivid memory of the marathon was passing the pentagon and seeing one side collapsed and burned.  All of us runners hovered for a moment in silence before continuing with the marathon.  I swear you could hear a pin drop.

The necessary evil of this war is increased security, but better to endure that hassle than to give in.  Wouldn’t you agree?

But back to Boston.  After I ran in 2012, I had not planned to run the Boston Marathon again but the bombings changed that.  I wanted to support the race so I trained and ran the California International Marathon in Sacramento last December and I qualified for Boston again.  Yes!  So, I won’t be there this year, physically, but I’ll be there in April 2015.  Boston here I come!

I wish the runners, and their family and friends supporting them, all the best this year.  Good luck and have fun.  I’ll be there with you in spirit.

Book Report:  Yes…I’m still working on it!  I plan to finish Breaking Barriers within 6 months.  Truth is, I got side-lined with speeches as I am working toward becoming a professional speaker.   I have recorded and produced my first audio CD HOW TO NEVER BE UNEMPLOYED—Featuring The Ten Keys To Writing A Resume That Gets Interviews.   I will be recording my second audio CD in April THE NINE KEYS FOR EFFECTIVE INTERVIEWING—Learn The Most Important Secret To Getting The Job.  Both CDs will soon be available on my almost live new website.  The CDs are a result of 30 years of executive recruiting experience.  Stay tuned!      

DL Prof Pic 2_11-13 smallDid you see Shaun White, two-time gold medalist, lose his bid at an unprecedented third gold medal in snowboard halfpipe on Tuesday night? He was 11th going into the final round and came in fourth—the first time in the Olympics without a medal. Let’s be honest. What was the first thing you thought when Shaun came up short? That’s it for him. He’ll probably retire…after all he’s 27 years old. He’ll be 31 when the Olympics rolls around again. There’s an amazing 15 year old, Ayumu Hirano (who won the silver) who’ll be competing when he’s 19.

It’s like it’s embedded in our psyche—the older you are the less competitive you are.

Let’s contrast that thinking with the phenomenal story of Olga Koteko, a 94-year-old track star, the only woman in the world over 90 still long-jumping and high-jumping competitively. She entered her first competition at 77. At age 85 she had shattered 20 world records in one year. She’s excited to be 95 soon (in March) and competing in a new age bracket. How many of us, over forty that is, are excited to be getting older? Now really?

I believe that aging is mostly in our minds. When we hear of someone dying in their 90’s, most of us think, well…she was in her 90’s. I like Olga’s attitude better. She’s excited about life and looking forward to getting older. Take a look at the article linked to this post. She fell down the stairs, bounced at the bottom and got back up. No big deal.

I admire Olga’s spirit and will focus on what she teaches us as I look forward to training for the Boston Marathon in 2015 and shooting for another personal record at the age of 60. One of the things Olga teaches us as we age is to keep moving — “un-sedentariness” — is more important than working out. And to not take life so seriously. Olga says, “Laugh at yourself.” Have fun and enjoy life.

I don’t know about you, but having a goal, a challenging goal, gets my heart pumping—something that moves me out of my comfort zone. It doesn’t matter what age you happen to be.

Oh yes, Shaun White has announced that he may yet compete in another Olympics. Good for him. Thirty-one doesn’t sound so old to me…
Let’s break barriers together!

Note: My upcoming book Breaking Barriers is still upcoming. I must admit I got side-lined with other projects. One of my “challenging” goals is to become a professional speaker and my speaking career is starting to happen a little sooner than I had planned. I got ambitious and recorded a presentation I made last month and have produced my first audio CD titled How To Never Be Unemployed. In my other life I am an Executive Recruiter with 30 years of experience. It is very close to completion along with my new website and I’ll give you the link in my next blog entry in case you’d like to check it out.

Happy New Year!  I hope all of your dreams come true this year.  One of my dreams is to publish my book, Breaking Barriers.  I’m making progress and, if life cooperates, it will be done by mid-year.

Following is an excerpt from Chapter One.  I am a starving student in college and married to Greg.  It’s a humid day in Kansas and, a few minutes earlier, I had walked into our hot, messy apartment after a long day at work.  I just sat down to study for a final in the morning.

Wichita Marathon 1983--First Marathon
Wichita Marathon 1983–First Marathon

The phone rang and I jumped. 

“Hello.”  I sat down and stared down at the open textbook.“Hi, it’s Greg.”

I heard laughing in the background and I gripped the receiver hard.  “What’s going on?  Are you at the Legal Tender?”  I could feel my blood pressure rising.   

“Hey, Steve and Debbie are dropping by tonight on the way home from Wichita.  Steve’s returning that shirt he borrowed from me.  Hey listen, I’m busy.   I gotta go.”  

“What?  Your brother’s coming tonight?”  I stood up.  Even though Greg ignored my question on his whereabouts, I recognized the unmistakable sounds of the Legal Tender, Greg’s favorite hangout.  How dare he?  “Get home right now and do these dishes.”  Oh God, I didn’t want Steve and Debbie to see the place.   

“I can’t.  I’m studying. They don’t care about the dirty dishes.”  Greg rushed his words.

“Give me a break.  Of course they’ll care when they walk in and the place smells like puke.  Come home right now.  I know you’re playing pinball.”  I could hear the pinball machine clanking loudly—someone won big, probably Greg.  A pinball master, he played constantly.  I twisted the phone cord around my fingers.  

Greg’s voice got louder.  “Get off my back Dolores.  You’re not my mother.”

“Come home now.”  I yelled back. 

“Sometimes you’re such a bitch.”  I heard the phone click and go dead. 

I dropped the receiver and clenched my fists as I paced through the room.  He used to degrade his sister like that, but I never, never thought he’d start to treat me the same way—not someone he claimed to love so much.  My stomach hurt.  I needed to do something.  I walked back to the front door and stared at the track again.  Why not?  I decided to go for it.  

I put on a pair of Reebok’s and shorts and ventured outside.  I hadn’t exercised at all since I bought that 10 speed bike in high school.  Quite the craze, I jumped in but found I didn’t like biking and lost interest quickly.  I squinted into the sun and the air felt heavy and humid.  Okay, here goes.  I took a deep breath and walked forward toward the track. 

The weeds stung my legs and the flies buzzed around my face as I stepped out onto the track and eyed the ruts and holes in the hardened dirt.  Wow, there was no mistaking the excitement in my gut.  I took my first few steps.  So far so good.  Smiling, I quickened the pace as I leaped over the first crevice.  Sure, I can run—no problem. 

Talk about ambition, the overachiever in me decided to just let it all go.  I charged forward like someone running for their life.  Yep, as you can imagine, I couldn’t breathe when I got half-way around the track.  My pace slowed considerably as I crawled to the end of the first loop.  I stopped for a few seconds with my hands on my knees until my breath returned to normal.    

I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the bottom of my shirt and my left eye started to sting.  Wishing I had worn a hat, the top of my head burned from the sun.  No worries.  I squinted and pursed my lips as I stared down the track.  I can do this.  You know, I never learn.  Again, I took off like lightening as I cleared another hole—just like competing in a broad jump competition. 

What was I thinking?

Halfway around the track I started sucking wind as I slowed to a crawl—again.  Now both eyes stung as I attempted to wipe the ever increasing flow of sweat with my arm.  I thought I might pass out from lack of oxygen.  Determined, I kept going and then I tripped in one of those stupid holes a few feet from the end of the second loop.  I screamed.  No—no crying.  I started to limp and pain shot up my leg with each step. 

Pathetic.  I didn’t have time for this.  Two loops around the track—that’s one-half of a mile.  At 21 years old, I couldn’t even run half a mile. 

But, even then, I knew I couldn’t live with this failure—deep inside the fire had sparked.   

 NOTE:    My book, Breaking Barriers, will be published in 2013.  Email me at dolores@breakingbarriersblog.com if you want to be included on the email list.  “No, sheer effort is not the key to getting what we want.  It’s much easier than that.  Yes—easier.”



Have you ever set a goal and then failed—miserably?  Well, isn’t the failure in not getting back up and trying again?  Life is such an adventure just chock full of ups and downs.  But dealing with the downs help us to grow strong—I’d like to think so anyway!

I’ve had a tumultuous marathon journey in my lifetime trying to qualify for Boston in the past.  I ran eight marathons in 10 years trying to qualify for the Boston Marathon.  I not only did not qualify—I didn’t even come close.  I also couldn’t break four hours in all of those attempts.  I had broken four hours at 40 years old completing the Long Beach Marathon in 3:55—five minutes away from qualifying for Boston.  But, for the life of me, I couldn’t do it again over the next 10 years.  So I retired from marathoning at number 10—a failure.

But, failure is a harsh word, isn’t it?  I learned to let my Boston dream go and became at peace.  That is until life threw me another curve ball called relationship trouble.  I had learned that running, especially the goal of a marathon, kept me sane and helped me to focus on a positive goal.  So I decided to run just one more marathon.

Okay, maybe it was the act of letting go of the attachment of having to qualify for Boston or the fact that I had more fun training, but, at the tender age of 54 I ran the marathon of my life—number 11—not only breaking the elusive four hour mark but I qualified for Boston for the first time.  Go figure.  Then I ran Boston in 2009 running a personal record at the age of 54 and requalifying for Boston for the second time—though I didn’t run in 2010.

Since then I qualified for Boston 2011 at the San Francisco Marathon but I didn’t get in because that was the year it sold out in less than eight hours.  So I ran the Lincoln Marathon instead and ran another personal record at 3:53:23 qualifying again for Boston 2012 for the fourth time.  Hey listen, I was 56 when I ran that record.  Pretty impressed with myself, I ran Boston 2012 all hyped up thinking that I was invincible.  But, instead, when I ran the Boston Marathon for the second time I ran a personal worst of 5:26:47.  Ouch!  Quite a difference, huh?  Yes, that was the year the temperatures soared to close to 90 degrees—but enough excuses.  I was thinking of retiring from running marathons again…but who would retire with that marathon performance?

I decided to just chill for a while and see how I felt about training for another marathon.  Fate stepped in and solved my dilemma with the horrid bombings at the Boston Marathon in 2013.  Yes, I wanted to run Boston again and support the race.

I decided to train for the California International Marathon in Sacramento, California and try to qualify for Boston 2015.  Why that race?  I heard it was a fast course with a high qualification rate.  To tell you the truth, I wasn’t too worried about qualifying.  By April 2015, I will be 60 years old and my qualification time is 4:20.  But, then again, anything can happen in a marathon, like finishing in over five hours, so I decided not to take anything for granted.

But, you know what?  My real goal was to break that elusive 4 hour mark again.  My stretch goal was to beat my personal record.

Last Sunday, December 8th, I completed my 16th marathon in Sacramento.  Now, I’m a Southern California girl who trained in temperatures no colder than 65 degrees.  When I stood on the starting line, the temperature was 27 degrees and it warmed up to a balmy 35 degrees when I finished.  I wore long tights, three layers, gloves, and a hat.  I wore a warm up jacket I intended to throw off during the race but I never did.  I finished with that jacket on.  I swear my fingers never thawed the entire marathon.  But that’s not all.  I had another wardrobe problem that proved to be a constant irritation.  I wore a pair of long tights that I hadn’t worn in a long time.  I used to wear those tights regularly but not lately.  When I got about three miles into the race my tights started to fall down.  Oh yes, I remembered that my ex-boyfriend, who was quite a bit bigger than me, worn those tights by mistake and had apparently stretched the waistline.  I needed to constantly pull them up while I was running.  Yuck.

In addition to my issues with my tights and the cold air, I found the course to be challenging.  The first half had numerous ups and downs before it settled down the second half where it became very fast—that is if you didn’t blow yourself out in the first half.  Well…that’s what I did in the first half.  I felt so strong that I let it rip and powered up and down all of those hills.  I didn’t hit the wall at mile 20 but I did slow down.  At mile 21 the 3:55 pace group passed me and knew a personal record wasn’t in my future.

But the power of intention is a strong motivator.  Breaking four hours would help erase all of those times I tried and tried and tired and just couldn’t do it.  Damn, it would erase that last 5:26:47 marathon.  So I kept at it—running tough even when the 4:00 pace group passed me in mile 25.  I thought I might throw up on the course but I just kept going…one foot in front of the other.  Then I saw the end and I used my last ounce of strength to push as fast as I could passing the woman holding the 4:00 pace sign a few feet in front of the finish.  OMG!  I crossed the finish line in 3:59:50.  I had 10 seconds to spare.

I sit here now smiling, very happy that I qualified for Boston—beating my qualification time by over 20 minutes.  But I must admit that breaking four hours was the goal I really wanted.  Yes!!  My marathon journey continues.  Now I can look forward to a labor of love—training for Boston 2015.  Should I try for a personal record?  Maybe I’ll just go for having fun and enjoying the experience.  But then again…maybe not.

Let’s break barriers together!

Note:    My book, Breaking Barriers, will be published in 2014. Email me at dolores@breakingbarriersblog.com if you are interested in being included on the email list.  “No, sheer effort is not the key to getting what we want.  It’s much easier than that.  Yes—easier.”   



DL Prof Pic 2_11-13All of the training and hours it took are about to come to head this Sunday.  Am I ready to run the California International Marathon?  Oh yes.  But still, despite the fact that I’ve run 15 marathons, there is still that twinge of doubt.  Will I finish this time?  Will I qualify for Boston this time?  Will I really be able to break four hours?

You see, all of my experience is working for me and against me.  Yes, the recent successful experiences of running two personal records in my fifties, first at Boston 2009 in 3:53:42 at age 54 and then at Lincoln, NB 2011 at age 56 gave me a level of confidence that I know I can finish in under four hours.  However, the recent not so successful experience (Boston 2012 finishing in 5:26:47) showed me that anything can happen once you start a marathon.

But a marathon goal is really no different than any challenging goal you set for yourself.  Maybe you set a goal to lose a certain amount of weight or set a goal to start a business.  In each case, you start with a goal, develop a plan, stick to the plan proceeding one step at a time, and then just keep going…keep going until you cross the finish line.  Action, discipline and perseverance.   Focus on the activity and the results will take care of themselves.

Whatever the result is at the marathon on Sunday, I will have succeeded.  First of all I finished the training which really is the hardest part.  Once I step out on that course, I’ll take that first step and then the second and just keep going.  I know when I cross that finish line—now matter the time that I will feel that familiar sense of accomplishment and excitement.  I took a shot and jumped in.  I’m living life striving to be the best I can be and it doesn’t matter what age I happen to be.  The marathon transformed my life.

Whatever goals you have, don’t get discouraged because it’s not happening soon enough or you think you’re running out of time.  Take the first step, then the second step and just keep going.  Let’s break barriers together!

NOTE:    My book, Breaking Barriers, will be published in 2014.  Email me at dolores@breakingbarriersblog.com if you want to be included on the email list.  “No, sheer effort is not the key to getting what we want.  It’s much easier than that.  Yes—easier.”


Half way to the finish.

Half way to the finish.

It’s getting so close, the California International Marathon on December 8th in Sacramento, California—my 16th marathon.  When I embarked on my marathon training program for the 16th time, I wondered how it would go.  Sometimes the training goes easier than other times.  Why?  I think it has much to do with why I decided to run another marathon in the first place.

But first, I’ll share some insight into my training program.  Some people are gifted with the ability to run fast and far.  Since I have had the honor of belonging to some running groups on LinkedIn, like the Boston Marathoner Finisher  group, I’ve conversed with some amazing runners who run  several marathons a year—and they don’t just run them, they run them fast.  I, on the other hand, must train hard to break four hours in the marathon.  For some reason, I can’t just run for “fun”.  I need to push the boundaries of what I can do or it’s not fun.

Therefore, through experience, I’ve learned how to train my body to maintain a pace through 26.2 miles that will break four hours.  My training program is a six-month program centered around two back-to-back long runs that gradually build to a peak—a 22-mile long run followed by an 8 to 10-mile run on the hills and weekly miles totaling 55 to 60 miles for the week.  I include one speed-work session a week.  It’s grueling and time-consuming but if I stick with the program, my body adjusts slowly to the increased mileage without injury.  But, I must admit that my even my boyfriend, my biggest fan, is wondering when I will stop this craziness.

Well, I’m close.  I just did the 22-mile run yesterday and I finished the weekend by taking my aching body out for an eight-mile run on the hills in Bommer  Canyon today.  Let me tell you, it’s never easy to start that 22-mile run.  My stomach was turning flip-flops, partly because I had a very tough 20-mile run the weekend before.  I went out too fast and blew myself out.  I suffered the last 5 miles—really suffered.  This time, however, I took it easy in the beginning and finished the run strong…well as strong as you can at the end of 22 miles—in 3:36:46.

But as I sit here writing, really tired, I realize that starting that run—taking that first step, despite my fear, was the real step toward completing it.  Next week, when I start my last 20-mile run in my training program, I won’t be fighting stomach flip-flops because now I’ve trained my mind that I can go the distance.  The marathon is much more of a mental project than a physical one.

Why am I running yet another marathon?  When I ran the Boston Marathon in 2012, I thought that would be my last Boston despite my dismal performance running a personal worst of all the marathons I had ever run (5:26:47).  But the bombings at the Boston Marathon last year changed that.  I want to support the marathon so I decided to train for marathon number 16 to qualify for Boston one more time.  If I qualify in Sacramento, I will be running the Boston Marathon for the third time in 2015—at the age of 60.  I’m hopeful that I will be successful and my passion for Boston has fueled my training.  It’s been tough but I’m strong, injury-free, and mentally prepared.

Is there a passion in your life that you are not pursing because of fear?  Remember, the first step is the hardest.  Then you just take one step at a time and before you know it, you’ve crossed the finish line.  If I can do it—anyone can.  Let’s break barriers together!

 NOTE:    My book, Breaking Barriers, will be published in 2014.  Email me at dolores@breakingbarriersblog.com if you want to be included on the email list.  “No, sheer effort is not the key to getting what we want.  It’s much easier than that.  Yes—easier.”





After the Santa Monica 5000 10K.

After the Santa Monica 5000 10K.

It was a beautiful, but warm morning in Santa Monica, California as a group of us readied ourselves for the Santa Monica 5000 10K scheduled to start at 8:30 am on Sunday morning, October 6th.  My son, John, decided to run at the last minute so, as he hurried to register, Minh and I took a warm-up lap to the restrooms, my second time and her third time—you know those pre-race jitters.  Well, I didn’t have the pre-race jitters as much as Minh.  She was running her very first 10K.  I was taking a break from marathon training to see how fast I could run a 10K despite the long runs I had been running for weeks.

Wendy, a running veteran, prefers to run 5K’s because, as a CrossFit enthusiast, she doesn’t train for 10K’s.  But she wanted to support her friend and co-worker, Minh, and registered for the 10K.  Paul, also, a running veteran, loves the half-marathon and 10K distance.  His colleague, Larry, joined our running group at the last minute too.  He was also running his first 10K.  He smiled.  “How hard can it be?”

We scattered at the starting line and I took my place at the 9 minute pace sign and fired up my IPod.    Wow, what a beautiful course, much of it along the beach but gradually uphill much of the way until a turnaround at about mile four and then it was a fast finish downhill to the end.   Yes, I worked at picking up the pace, used to training slower for the long runs (now at 18 miles) and before I knew it, the 6.2 miles was over.  I crossed the finish line in 53:18, an 8:36 per mile average pace.  One of the upsides of running mammoth miles is that six miles seems really short—really it does.

I’m happy to report that we all finished the 10K.  Wendy supported Min as she crossed the finish line for her first 10K.  Larry also crossed the finish line.  He was still smiling despite his tiredness.  “That was a little harder than I thought it would be.”  But he finished.  Way to go Min and Larry!

Paul was pleased with his time, even though he had set a PR on his training run the previous day.  He’s an animal.  My son?  John is a physical guy and regularly works out but hasn’t been running that much.  Wouldn’t you know it?  He placed second in his age group 20 – 24, running a 44:49, a 7:14 per mile pace without training.  The proud Mom is smiling.

Me?  Well…I placed first in my age group 55-59.  Yeah, it feels good.  But, more importantly, it bolsters my confidence as I go into my toughest training for the marathon on December 06.  The next six weeks I will build my miles to 60 per week before I taper down the next three weeks before the marathon.  Why in the world am I doing this?  I want to qualify for Boston again, it’s important to me to support the race.  But, more importantly, I want to prove to myself that I can still break four hours—at 59 years old.  I’m feeling strong…and confident.

But you know one of the main reasons we get up at an ungodly hour on a Sunday morning to run a race?  Because, after the race, we celebrate.  We go out for brunch and drinks and consume whatever calories we burned—and more.  Who said runners don’t have any fun?  It certainly wasn’t any of us!

Note:    My book, Breaking Barriers, will be published in 2014.  Email me at dolores@breakingbarriersblog.com if you want to be included on the email list.  “No, sheer effort is not the key to getting what we want.  It’s much easier than that.  Yes—easier.”

DL Prof Pic 3Have you ever failed at something and then just gave up?  Yeah, sure, I have.  I remember when I was little and my friend bet me I couldn’t swim all the way across the swimming pool under water without coming up for air.  Of course I can do that…or so I thought.  I tried to the best of my ability but I couldn’t do it.  I lost the bet and felt the failure like a heavy cloud over my head as my friend laughed and scampered away.  Failure.

As I grew up and faced other challenges, I either failed or succeeded but it wasn’t until later in life that I realized that my belief system had everything to do with success.  Just like wanting to break four hours in the marathon—I wanted it badly but until I really believed I could do it, it didn’t happen.  My thought process was that if I tried hard enough I could force myself to run faster or hold my breath long enough to swim across that stupid pool—but  my real focus was on the fear that I couldn’t do it—that I just wasn’t good enough.  As a result, I wasn’t good enough—a self-fulfilling prophecy.  Once I let the obsession go and focused on relaxing, I was able to run faster than I ever thought I could at an age when most everyone else is slowing down.

Here’s another example.  I’m training again for another marathon—number 16.  Yes, I am.  I plan to run the California International Marathon on December 6.  I hope to qualify for Boston again.  If I do, then I’ll run Boston in April of 2015 at the age of 60.  I want to support the marathon and it’d be great to run it again in my brand new age group.  Got to look at the positive side of aging, right?

Well, my example has to do with my training.  My current weekly training program calls for a seven-mile speed workout, an eight-mile run  and a long run, which is now up to 18 miles, followed by a nine-mile run on the hills the next day ( I also do one day of yoga and one day of palates).   When I hit the road to do my eight-mile run, I usually get tired at about mile six and shuffle it in for the last two miles.  But when I do my long run, which is more than double the distance, I can maintain a strong pace usually until the last two miles.  Hmmmmm.  When I go out on the eight-mile run, my brain knows it’s only eight miles so my tiredness kicks in earlier.   The power of intention is so powerful.  Yes, when I start that long run, I believe I will finish it and my intention is to finish it.  It is not negotiable.  But isn’t it funny that I always get tired the last two miles?

Isn’t this true of anything in life—that our belief system can either limit or expand our success?  Especially as we age and we start to believe we can’t do things because we’re “older”.  Next time you start to think I’m old, just dismiss that thought.  Instead think I’m experienced.  It’s a more useful thought and opens up a whole world of possibility.  Let’s go the distance and break some barriers!

Note:    My book, Breaking Barriers, will be published in 2014. Yes, it’s taking a little longer!   Email me at dolores@breakingbarriersblog.com if you are interested in being included on the email list.  “No, sheer effort is not the key to getting what we want.  It’s much easier than that.  Yes—easier.”



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