Standing at the Trailhead of Winter

I conquered my fear of running alone in a strange city. At 6:15 this morning, with the sun just beginning to peek over the hills that surround the city, I set off, taking the route mentioned to me yesterday. I found the bike path without a problem and ran along the river and over to the minor league baseball stadium and beyond, to where the path went into another part of the city. There I turned around and headed back. When I returned, I mapped it to see how far I'd gone. Turns out I ran a 5k. And it actually felt good. If only the 5k from last weekend had felt as good. I'll go out again in the morning. The route is pretty, at least along the river. The first three quarters of a mile are not so scenic, just sidewalk along a busy street and industrial buildings. But I feel like I really accomplished something by facing this fear while at the same time working on my running. Tomorrow I'll face something else that scares me. I haven't quite figured out yet exactly what tha...