I've been reading a lot lately about the mental aspect of training lately, just about everything I can get my grubby little hands on. I used to think, "oh, I don't need mental training, I don't have problems motivating," but as it turns out, that's a bunch of crap. A lot of it is about fear and pressure. Failure. Why we reach out and grab onto anything we can that takes that fear away. And it's made me think about where I feel it, what I'm actually afraid of, and face some pretty uncomfortable truths. I don't really want to write about it. I don't even really want to THINK about it, it's awkward and I really hate awkward. But I've been having a hard time lately, especially with what's going on in my head and with some of my training-partners-turned-friends-turned-training-partners. So bear with me. Even before I was an endurance athlete, I had things in my life to go after, and I would go after them like a wild woman, gr