Dear Block of Running Insecurity,
This is your pink slip. You are being laid off in the on going downsizing of Neuroses of this SAHM.
I know that you have been the anchor on the wall of doubt holding me back for a long time now, and that you're really good at it... but go find a new job. Starting now.
Today, while you were sleeping on the job, I snuck past you for a run. Against my better judgement, I turned Triple L (3L) loose with Melis and DeNiece and said, "pick the pace, I need to see what I can do". Well guess what Mental Block... I. Don't. Need. You.
Oh, you want the proof? How about this... The course was a typical g. course, meaning there were a few (many) small (Fox Hall anyone?) hills (a half mile climb isn't even worth mentioning, right?). So we started out on those hills and I had to get my legs warmed up, and then, we just went. I ran my fastest Half Marathon ever. Too bad it wasn't a race. Oh, and did I mention that we were talking the whole way? You need more reasons I don't need you? How 14 reasons...
about that 9:33 average pace... MGP is a bit slower than that... and at the end of todays run, I could have kept running. I don't know how much longer, but I felt amazing. Probably because I wasn't carrying an extra block around with me.
Some suggestions for a good job for you would be mounting block at a riding academy. A block behind a tire to stop a redneck's motor home from rolling away. Oh, how about the chopping block that goes under the firewood? The market is teaming with opportunity for a big strong mental block like you.
I regret to inform you that I cannot give you a reference. I have writer's block.