It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m staring at a screen that asks me to commit to the 2026 Chester Triple Series. That means a 10K in March, a Half Marathon in May, and a full, ridiculous Marathon in October. I'm terrified. Not of the 26.2 miles - I’ve done that before. I’m terrified of slipping back into the obsessive runner I used to be, the one who used running as an escape when life got hard, who chased times and neglected her body. I’ve recognised the pattern now, as clear as the horizon on a perfect day. But the fear of old habits returning is real. This time, though, running is about something fundamentally different. It's my chance to challenge myself - not just physically, but mentally and emotionally . A Look in the Rear view Mirror My relationship with running has always been complex. It's where I found my best self, where I met my partner, and it's the only sport that consistently delivers the mood-boosting endorphins I need. But the habit lately? It's been f...