The only thing to FEAR is fear itself

K, so I'm off for my run this a.m.  It was s'posed to be one out of two today.  Tho, after lunch I crashed big time, more on that little craptacular moment/hours mucho later on.

Anyhooo, I think this post is going to be about FEAR.  Yes, F-E-A-R!!! 

 Ooooo, how scary, eh?  I've posted before about protecting oneself on a run, etc.  I won't go into that again, but I've read recent posts and magazine articles about women being totally fearful of running alone.  I get why they are fearful, I have some of the same concerns, specifically when I go out xtremely freakishly early in the a.m. before work to run.  Unfortunately I think alot of our fears are media based, and then we end up blowing them waaay out of proportion in our heads.  This is one reason I hardly watch the news anymore, and very rarely read the newspaper, tho I do skim occassionally.  Think about it, when is the news ever "good" news?  They might have a heartwarming story that might last 1.2 minutes during a newscast, then the rest is for crap, literally.  There is always going to be jerk-offs out there that kill, stalk, and do their thing to unsuspecting beings.  It doesn't mean that as a I woman I should run and hide or carry weapons ie:  knives, guns and the like. 

Long story short is that I have been really good about taking my fears (mostly in my head) by the balls these last few years and saying

FUCK YOU!! 

I still have a fear of swimming in the ocean.  Can't see things below me, I freak a little bit. 

Tho, I plan on giddying up my surfing game, and possibly putting on the swimmer's wetsuit and going to the Cove a couple of times this summer. 

 I used to be fearless MTB'ing in my local reserve and running there.  Then peeps at work a while back, mind you, commented on how I should be "afraid" of wildlife, etc., and "how could I go out there alone?"  That screwed with my head for awhile.  I made it more than it was.  Yeah, go figure that one.  Now tho, I'm biting the bullet, getting out of my head and running out there frequently.  Big cats be damned!  Don't mess with this chickie!

                                                                            

Bottom line is try to face the fears that play loops in your head.  You have a better chance of dying while driving and more of a chance of dying in your own bathroom.  Yeah, really!!  Oh, and quit watching the gawd awful news by the way.

fyi I love Anderson C., by the way.