I had never thought that I was good enough, fast enough, strong enough, thin enough, pretty enough, smart enough, or any other “enough.” Nothing I did had ever met my own unattainable expectations of what “enough” was. Is that why I threw myself into the hardest physical endeavor I could think of? Was I simply desperate to do something that would make me approve of myself? I had noticed some changes in myself, some minute and others enormous. In those moments when I broke my body—or more effectively, my mind—I was discovering how “enough” I really was.
