I am doing my first half marathon Labor Day weekend. While visiting my parents last week, my sister (and marathon runner) asked how my training was going. I told her I felt good, and I was ready. Then she mentioned "the wall".
She said every runner has a wall, and you won't necessarily know what your wall is until you hit it.
That night, I dreamed about running into an invisible wall during the race and collapsing. I have not written a word or blog post since.
Every time I sat down to write, I froze. Nothing came, and the desire was simply not there.
I didn't want to have too many days without a post, so I'm writing this post without a well-developed answer for...
1) Why I hit the wall.
2) What I'm going to do about it.
For now, I'm taking a blog/writing vacation until Monday when my kids go back to school. I'm going to focus on them (and other things) and stop putting pressure on myself for a couple of days.
Wish me luck, and stick with me. I'll be back!