I rose at 5 am, drank two glasses of water, and ventured out into the summer morning for a 10 km run. It was still and fresh, the sky a pale blue, crows flocking blackly overhead. But the run was difficult.

I’ve just crossed the finish line and I’m breathing heavily and gratefully, surrounded by other runners who have also trained hard. I’ve made it this far for so many reasons: a strong support network,

This post is for me. I'm a chronic quitter and sharing my story is an attempt to stay on track, to motivate myself to be the kind of human I desperately want to be. All I want to do is set modest goals