Or at least put her out of her misery.
I don't know if I'm injured in the head or if it really is my body. I recently ran two decent ish marathons, but I can't seem to train.
Is it because I know I must? Is it that stupid part of me that hates HAVING to do something? I wish I knew, it's driving me nuts.
Doesn't make sense either, I knew I had to train for the 10 and I did. Why when I am doing something just for me am I faltering?
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