Running round

As of late, my life can be accurately described by the way I feel when I run.

I have had shin splints for a while now. When I run, my mind tells me to go far. My body tells me to go farther... When I start, I feel like I can run an hour, two hours. A few minutes in I feel good, I want to go faster, longer. But sooner than I want them to, my shins slow me down, pull me back. A crutch. I so desperately want to keep running, but it hurts. I eventually have to stop, even when most of my parts don't want me to.

Like running, doing work has become a similar struggle. I want to sit down, concentrate and be productive for three or four hours. Hell, I want to sit down and use one hour of time productively. But as soon as I start, there is a feeling that tugs at me — distracts me, slows me, stops me.

The problem is that while I can ice my shins, I haven't yet found a way to ice this feeling away.