Four months. One-third of a year. That’s a long time to be quiet.
I’m so disconnected with myself that I can’t even put a thought together. That’s not good.
I don’t have a race. I don’t have a plan. Every morning I wake up and make a critical decision about whether to get a run in or sleep more and run later – maybe. Usually sleep wins, and then the guilt chases me around all day. Even if I do run later, I beat myself up for not doing it “right.” No matter which choice I make I’m exhausted because I woke up early to fight with myself. Again.
And my runs aren’t what they used to be. I’m almost always struggling. All my parts argue with each other and I can’t seem to find real peace.
As go I, so goes my run.
I need to get myself together.