I put on my running shoes hours ago, I’ve been in my workout clothes just as long, but for the life of me I feel frozen in this house. Getting outside today for something other than errands is proving difficult. My anxiety grows as I write this, and I wonder what I’m so afraid of. Progress? Fitness? Health? Or just failing? Not being able to keep it up keeps me still, but that’s where staying present comes in. To feel like I’ve forgiven myself for the past few days I must run, not out of punishment but because it will clear my mind and help me have a better tomorrow.