For as long as I can remember, I’ve been terrible at making decisions. It’s a widely known fact among my family and friends that I WILL be the last person to put down the menu when we’re out for dinner.
I can change my mind three times before getting to the counter at Tim Horton’s; debate for weeks over whether to buy the black running watch or the purple; and spend 10 minutes considering what to wear to work in the morning.
For me, the decision-making process can be agonizing and since my indecisiveness does not discriminate between big decisions and small ones, critically analyzing the pros and cons of every decision I make is just what I do.
So when it came to deciding where to run my first marathon I was truly paralyzed.