Thinking Out Loud – Fears

 

I really like hiding under the covers sometimes.

Sometimes it’s because I am tired after a long run, sometimes it’s because I need to get all cozy to watch television (at which point I fall asleep in less than three minutes without fail) and sometimes it’s because I am hiding from the things that scare me.

I live in fear that Adidas will completely revamp my Energy Boosts.

So far, all minor tweaks and changes made to the model have either been hardly noticeable or for the better but if a complete model change occurs and my feet no longer like them, the dreaded hunt for the right running shoe would have to start all over again.

I am afraid of peacocks.  

The thought of their feathers spreading out freaks me out a little… Okay, a lot.

Actually, I think most birds produce a borderline fear in me.

It’s not a crazy big fear that you need to come desensitize me by sticking a bird in my face to get me over it or anything but I do not like the look of them or their faces.

I read this article yesterday about turkeys chasing runners in California. I think I will now add being chased by a turkey to my fear list.

Growing up I lived in fear of a plane crashing into my house while I was in the shower.

I think I am still afraid of this happening but I can’t hear the planes flying when I take a shower in my house now so I don’t think about it too often.

I do not like the mail.

I go days (fine, weeks) without getting it.

My mailbox is not at my front door so the actual walk to retrieve stuff I may not want doesn’t interest me.

Like what’s in there? What’s waiting for me?

It all stems from my divorce you know.

The random attorney letters (which were more like stacks of paper they somehow stapled and I never understood how such large stacks were stapled together) that always had the delivery timing of Friday afternoons.

Combine that with thinking one day I would receive a letter written via cut-out magazine letters to form words and yeah, you get the idea.

Who needs mail anyway? I informed the companies who wish to send me a bill that I have gone paperless.

The sad thing is, sometimes I actually get nice catalogs and checks. Even sadder, I sometimes miss RSVP dates to parties. Oops.

I am afraid of running out of peanut butter.

Thankfully the peanut butter delivery is always brought right to my door.

These six haven’t even made it to the pantry shelves yet. Still safe in their box. Do you know about the peanut butter in my pantry?

 

I am afraid of private callers on the phone.

I don’t accept them. If you can’t show me your number then I have no reason to speak with you.

 

I am afraid to register for a race too far in advance.

This is a pretty new fear, established in April 2014 when I had to drop out during the Fitness Magazine half because I was dizzy and didn’t feel well.

After finding out within minutes why I didn’t feel well (hello time of the month) and knowing that dizziness (and actually fainting) during this time has been a history of mine, I made that decision to never run a race at this point on my calendar again.

If I am going to run a race, I want to give my best effort which cannot be done every day of the month in my case for health reasons.

Half marathons I can sign up for at the last-minute or even plan a month or two ahead  but what if I wanted to plan further ahead?

What if I want to run a marathon one day?  As regular as I am, I am human and things change so mapping it out months in advance is no guarantee.

I thought I was afraid of running out of apples but suddenly I am down to ONE.

How did I let that happen?

 

What are your fears? Are they bizarre like mine?

 

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