After a long, really long battle with stress, injury and anxiety, finally hitting the tracks all over again. I stopped last year around this time at W6R3. After a series of harsh events, a mental war and endless self-doubt, I am finally strong enough to leave my safe-haven, both physically and mentally.
Got up at 5:30 am and was out by 6 to start it all over again. It took a lot of courage. Was about to sleep again but God Eminem came to rescue. Breezed through W1R1, and suddenly I feel 10 feet tall. This is the very feeling I started running for. I don't want to quit again.
Good luck to all of you who are struggling like me. I don't have any wise words to share, just wish you all the best.