94 days to go

Sadly, running has fallen by the wayside a lot lately, and the marathon is a mere 94 days away.

Mostly it's been the weather that's prevented me.

Actually, that's complete bullshit. Mostly it's been my own dark mood that's been keeping me house-bound and away from running. My dark mood, and my fear.

Fear.

Yep. I'm scared shitless right now of spending that much time alone with my own thoughts. There's a lot of crap in there that I need to deal with, and running is one of those times when I can't push the thoughts away...I am simply left to face them, good or bad.

Ultimately, I know that my intense fear means, without a shadow of a doubt, that this is something that I should be doing. Doesn't actually make me want to do it, though....