Comfy

I go about my day as usual.  You would never know by looking at me that I feel like a deer caught in the headlights.  Frozen, about to be mowed over unless I MOVE. 

I don’t even want to get out there and run this week.  Why?  Because I’m scared.  Silly lady.  What’s to be scared of?  I never really thought about it.  I just went with the fear.  Pondering a reason just now, I suppose I’m scared of running because I’m irrationally afraid that I’ll find that I can’t run, that there’s some last minute thing that I didn’t learn or think about.  And now it’s too late. 

Is that crazy or what?  I kind of knew that I was crazy with the enormous runs that I take on (when I’m not even really a runner ).   But, I didn’t think that I was this kind of crazy.

This morning, I cast my fears aside and went for another single digit run.  It took everything I had to get out on the trails.  It’s too cold, I told myself.  I’m too tired.  I have too much to do . . .

I took off down into Wood Canyon a little chilly yes.  But, the thing I noticed most was how comfortable I felt.  Comfy, like cozy, and oh so relaxed and confident.  That’s so not me.   What a great taper gift!