However, for the last year I have been the mule who sits there and gets buried. Many of my runner friends will be familiar with the effects of depression, from which I suffer periodically and sometimes debilitatingly. Running of course is excellent medicine for depression, and also sometimes an overwhelming wall to climb. And the further out of shape I got, the more untenable it became. Work also became a convenient excuse for my behavior, and I sure used it.
And now here I am, in the fantastic position of being utterly pissed off. This is good, because it is one of the few motivators that will actually prompt me to do something. In the last month, I have lost ten pounds and been riding more regularly, and am starting to reintroduce running. And have stopped neglecting the running community who could have seen me through this.
I may be stubborn as the mule, but dammit I'm finally stomping out of this hole.