I want to go for a run. I’m dressed up and warmed up for the run.
I’ve been dilly-dallying and delaying the run; for almost two hours now.
I’m afraid of the run for some reason. Maybe it’s the bright sun. It gives the appearance of it being hot. I gate running in hot weather.
Maybe it’s the chilly breeze. The temperature is in low teens. I haven’t run in low teens since spring (and yesterday).
Maybe it’s the distance. Even though it’s just marginally more than yesterday.
Maybe it’s not having a backup. I can’t call R to pick me up. Even though I haven’t done that in years. Nor am I taking my phone.
Maybe it’s the fear of dehydration. Even though I’ve drunk almost two litres of water so far today.
Maybe it’s the stiff back. Even though it never hurts while running, specially once the body warms up.
Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe I should just go for the run.