One cannot go wrong with a Harry Potter reference

It's January 3rd and I still haven't posted anything about my 2011 goals. Hard to believe considering they were selected, chiseled in stone and sung by a fat lady about a month ago. So what's the hold up? My stupid ass knee. That's what.

Up until my last run I was under the delusion that a month of light running and yoga would be remedy enough. But it wasn't. So I'm rewriting my goals before I fail.

Giving up before I even started is a bummer. But that's life, right? Nothing, especially a training plan, goes as planned. What's worse is the panic that seems to have taken hold of me. Maybe there's a vagabond dementor camped out on my couch that my muggle eyes can't see. Or maybe my company's safety slogan has finally sunk in: "What's the worst that could happen?"

Because all I can seem to think is:

WHAT IF I NEVER RUN AGAIN?

Pretty please - with sugar and a cherry on top - tell me I'm being ridiculous.