It's been a tought month - for ALOT of reasos. Two separate illnesses which kept me off the road for the better part of almost 3 weeks in total. AND a job change which COMPLETELY upended my schedule. I think that is actually the worse of the two. I've been able to run in the mornings before work for years and now, I get home 12 hours after I woke up in the morning and the very LAST thing I want to do is go for a run. I know I should. I know I need to. The weather isn't helping but running after 12 hours, in the dark, and the cold, right at this moment, seems about as appealing as performing a self vasectomy. This might be the worst I've felt about this EVER and certainly even this month, but I'm blowing off my run because I .... just.... don't .... want... to.... go.... and I don't know how to fix it.
Sorry, needed to get it out. I don't know what to do. I haven't been through anything like this before.
If anyone has any ideas on how I might be able to come out of this funk, I'm listening.
Nothing happens unless first a dream.
"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go." – T.S. Eliot
“Do or do not... there is no try.”
“Where does the power come from to see the race to its end? From within."
”Chariots of Fire (1981) – Eric Liddell (Ian Charleson)
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming: