I've spent the last couple of weeks watching others do things I wanted to do. Or at least, they were things I thought I wanted to do.
It wasn't as tough as I expected, and there are many logical reasons why that might be the case. It might be because the weather conditions at both the ANZAC Ultra 2015 and the Coburg 24 Hour were horrendous. It might be because I was acutely aware that my ankle still occasionally bothers me as does the probably-associated foot tingling. It might even be because actually being at Coburg made me feel like I was still a legitimate contributor to the whole running scene—even if I only had a real effect on the performance of one runner.
But I suspect the real reason is far less complex: it's probably just because I didn't want those things so badly after all.
Now it's just a simple matter of figuring out what I do want…