I read a blog earlier this week, by a blogger I know and like, which made me want to scream “Listen to yourself!”.
In essence, it said “I had an injury. I ran a series of ultras on it. I wish I’d never done it. It’s now time to face my fears and get it sorted once and for all, and I will… just as soon as I’ve run another two ultras.”
Around the same time, a friend asked me where I was parkrunning this week. I replied “Reigate Priory. I’m marking a section of course for NDW50 so I’ll need to get to Stepping Stones car park for dawn to give me time to mark as far as Wray Lane before I drop down the hill into Reigate for parkrun.”
Apparently it’s not only other people who let their compulsions affect their judgment.