I thought I was out of the darkness. I felt as though my passion and fire for running had been reignited to its fullest potential once more. Then, this past week happened, and I found out I might have been wrong. I feel tired, worn out, beat up. Perhaps it is just the weight of all the other problems in my life bearing down on me, maybe I just cannot handle it all right now, but running was supposed to be my escape, my way out of it all for a little bit each day. Now, it is just another thing to add to the pile, another burden to bear, and it might be the straw that breaks the camels back. Every time I turn a new corner, something else goes wrong, something sends me back down that hard path I thought I finally got off of. Car breaks down, run out of money, Achilles starts acting up again. It is never ending. When one thing gets conquered, another immediately takes its place. I cannot handle it all right now, and I now have to deal with the growing fear of another poor season. I know I cannot run well when my life is too overbearing, and that is what I am currently facing. I do not know what to do, I need to figure something out quickly...
