My lessening involvement with sport continues. It's an inward battle most days to get out on the road. By the time I get in from work, and cooking, helping out with the baby, I'm just cooked. Then we're up early to do it all again. Somehow I've lost the ability to carve out time for a run.
I still walk about four miles a day at work, so my legs don't feel all the much different. When I actually do hit the road for a couple of miles I feel pretty good, although I'm admittedly taking it easier than I would in training. This is a sort of maintenance plan to just keep me going. This whole turn of events finds me in a great crisis of confidence, and doubting my own self image that I've crafted over the past few years. It's a dangerous feedback loop of sloth and self-loathing.
Have to throw a monkey wrench in those works.
I am going to do the Runner's World Holiday Run Streak again this year. Last year went very well, and then my summer run streak was so much fun. Once I'm totally committed to this thing I know I'll get back on the horse, so to speak.