today it was beautiful--about 17 degrees C, sunny and almost hot. *odd for Belfast even in June, so it is.*
I spent my day wondering if the mental blocks are going to be too big to hurdle, if my lungs will ever heal, if my shoddy achilles can handle the stress, if my heart is big enough to keep going...wondering if racing will ever be a reality again. Not racing like any punter, but I mean really really racing. Racing with the likes of people who are good enough to run for Ireland. It's only two laps. But two laps equals a lifestyle...can my life be the life of a runner again?