It's been a really difficult week with family problems and a general feeling of losing control. I haven't felt this tired in a long time and as a result my motivation is at an all time low.
I was due to do the first run of week 8 yesterday morning but i put it off and off because the big ball of anxiety that was sitting under my sternum wouldn't let me. No it wasn't anxiety about the run, i knew in my head that this would help....i just couldn't get going. I really felt that running outside would help but the little gremlins in my head told me that i really didn't want to bump into anyone. I was not in a peopley mood. Eventually, later that evening i forced myself onto the treadmill and ran for 28 minutes. No euphoria. No real sense of achievement. Just temporary relief from the ball of worry.
I have woken up this morning and it's back. Just sitting there in it's usual place making me feel nauseous. It's a rest day today so no run. I think a long walk with the dogs might be in order.
I have come so far and am nearly at the end of the program. This can't get the better of me.