This January I spent the month struggling with the inclement weather, inconsistent training, and an incoherent inner voice. It seems like the bleak midwinter has gripped me with its bony fingers and is making life just hellish externally and internally. I am on the brink of turning thirty years old, and though I am not one of those "I am getting old" people, I see this birthday as a mile post of my life. A point where I am reflecting on where I have been, where I am now, and where I want to go. This dreaming, combined with the economy and the stress of having two youngsters AND living in a space far too small for rambunctious boys has just put me in a rather unpleasant state of mind. This has wreaked havoc on my spiritual life, too, bringing some serious belief issues to the forefront once again.
One quote that has helped...
"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him." - Buddha
This past January has been a month of being a result of depression, doubt, and anxiety. As far as running goes, this month has been one of similarity where my mental image of 'Rob as a Runner' has been a little like this:
And I think I need to be thinking more like this: