Running is hard.
For the first time ever, I'm doubting if it's worth it. Doubting if it's worth jumping though all the hoops I jump though to run.
And that is a scary feeling for me.
For awhile, things were going so well. I was feeling good, starting to gain back some form, some "speed."
And then January hit. And like so much else, everything in my running world has just unraveled.
The best I can manage is a slow shuffle. If you can even call it that.
And it hurts. Far more than it should.
And I have to stop, sometimes, and walk. Because the running is just too hard.
And some of that pesky swelling I thought I had gotten rid of is back again.
The big spring race is three months away.
I want to be there.
I guess I'm going back to the drawing board. Again.
(February will be better.)