Ever frozen at the starting line, scared of failing?
Getting going with anything is much like a 5 a.m. run in the biting English winter.
Even I, an early riser, baulk at the idea of a run in the shivering predawn.
My routine isn’t to run, it’s simply to lace up my trainers.
Once I’m geared up, stepping out almost happens on its own.
The trick is not dwelling on the daunting distance but focusing on the next simple action.
Mishaps have happened—wrong footwear, forgotten head torch, a less than scenic route.
Yet, each misstep is a tiny tutor, honing my next dawn’s attempt.
Starting is less intimidating when it’s just about the next small, almost trivial move.
Why think about the entire marathon when the next step is all that counts?
How can you scale down your big leap to just slipping on your own ‘trainers’?
