Your Excuses Are Safe — I’m Not Coming for Them

Mental fitness isn’t just a trend.

It’s my hashtag.

My practice. My discipline.

It’s the inner work that keeps me walking when everything else says, “Sit down.”

Derick Grant said something recently that hit me square in the soul:

“The only real limitations we experience are the ones we create in our own minds.”

And man, has that been true on this walk.

I’ve talked myself into fear, failure, imposter syndrome, exhaustion—

and then had to walk myself out of all of it.

One mile at a time. One belief at a time.

Because here’s what I’ve learned:

Your mind is loyal.

It follows your lead.

It listens to your tone.

It memorizes your doubts if you repeat them enough.

But it will also believe in your power—if you dare to speak it out loud.

Mental fitness is just like physical training:

You catch the thoughts, you correct the form,

You push past what’s comfortable.

And here I am:

Almost 51. Menopausal. Blistered. Sun-kissed.

Dragging 100 pounds of stroller and stories across America—

With nothing but grit, grace, and the occasional electrolyte tab.

I’m not here to shame anyone for where they’re at.

Your excuses are safe—I’m not coming for them.

I’m just not entertaining my own anymore.

Because the version of me who believed I couldn’t do this?

She’s long gone.

Buried somewhere back around mile 400…

And every step since has been a quiet, sweaty revolution.

Mental fitness is knowing your brain is listening.

So you might as well start telling it something worth believing.