Eradicating "can't" 1 km at a time...

For a long while, in the not so distant past, I was crippled by fear, negativity and unsurety. I became afraid to try as I was sure I would fail. I had lost my footing, that sense of strength, adventure, go-getter, self-assurance and ego. I had been brow-beated into a shell of my former self. But as I put my foot down on the gas pedal and slowly inched from 0 km to 582 km last weekend, I felt that word 'can't' creeping through the window, ebbing away... 1 km at a time. As the miles increased, can't decreased, disappearing over the hill as I inched forward. The impossible became possible and as I saw the destination meter count down from triple digits to double digits to single digits, I did a little jig and dance, shouted a great hallelujah, pumped my fist into the air, grinned a huge face splitting smile and felt a sense of return to self.