I have the complete opposite of writers block. It’s more like, writers clogged drain. There is so much going on in my head right now, so much I have to say, that it’s become a cluttered, congealed mess, and now nothing can get out. Hence the severe lack of posts around these parts lately. But writing tends to help me see things more clearly, so here goes nothing.
However, in the grand scheme of priorities (oh I hate being a grown up sometimes!) family comes first, school comes second, and training is the last kid picked. So there are days, more often than not, where running is put on the back burner. And that is when I slowly start to fall apart. Yet I’m the supermom, the one who always manages to find time to fit it in. So when I cant…I feel a HUGE let down. It’s funny, really. I will never be an elite marathoner. I will never compete at the Olympics or stand on the podium of a world championship. I will not have endorsement deals or sponsors relying on me to post top results. Kara Goucher nor Chrissie Wellington will never have to worry about me on their tails. I run for me, and for me only.
Happy running (and Happy Easter) my friends.