Today I had plans to step up my routine. Physically, I am ready to do so,  but mentally something has a hold of me. My goal today was to run the full six miles without stopping for any walk breaks. I woke up at 6am and I have been laying here thinking about it all day. For whatever reason some sort of fear has come over me. I think it is a fear of failing. I have tasted that defeat before and I don’t like it but this time I feel I am physically ready to make it happen. My head had other plans. I thought about cutting myself off from the rest of the world today to focus on hopefully making it happen (yea, it’s that serious) but I said I was going to blog everyday so I am. This one is a tough one for me to write but I think it is necessary. I can’t run away from my progress forever, no pun intended.