This is kind of a follow up to the last comic.
My self-doubt comes and goes in size and intensity. Some days when I stop and walk a bit before continuing on, it kicks in “YOU FAILED”, like a big neon sign over my head… other days, it’s not even there and I like to think I outran it or ran over it, like in today’s strip.
I know I outran it yesterday.
Of course, this whole monster fight doesn’t just apply to running. It applies to whatever I do: drawing, writing, teaching, being a dad and husband… it just seems that the little blob is so much more in force when I run. He’s loud and whiny and abrasive. Maybe, because on the run, it’s just me and my feets and my thoughts, nothing to drown him out, distract my brain.