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.

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