In my recurring nightmare, I am actually moving. I am running as fast as I can. But, despite my best efforts, everyone is passing me.
Good God, signing up for a 5k might have been a huge mistake. It feels like the equivalent of purposely going onstage and attempting to perform a piece that quit rehearsing weeks ago or jumping out a window because I once had a dream that I could fall far better than I could fly.
“Start very small. Make your goal something that you can succeed at, like doing the dishes every other day.”
I used to be able to eat a whole large pizza by alone, but life happened and I seem to have lost myself. I’ve lost all confidence in my skills and abilities.
If I don’t write down the plan it will be easier to change later.
Silly rabbit, dreams are for rich people.
I don’t want these things nearly as much as I want to want them.