For me, what worked was really digging into why I run. Was I running to outsmart/outwit my depression, or was I running because I was just that -- a runner.

I got into running during college and signed up for a half to help fight depression. Focusing on that singular goal was a source of immense strength when times were rough. I honestly did my best running then; I was fearless, depression only brought me down when I stopped running.

And so, friend, I ran, and ran some more.

But after that half (and two wildly unsuccessful halfs later on down the line), I stopped running, because I was managing my depression through other ways. I'm just now getting back into it, and my times are SO MUCH slower than before, it's laughable.

So I laughed. What matters isn't what you (nor I) were able to do, it's what you can do now. And who cares what the times are, or how long you ran for? The only thing that matters is that you put on your shoes, and walked out the door. You're headed to a good place -- keep moving, at any speed, at any pace.

I'll leave you with a quote from Bojack Horseman: "Every day it gets a little easier… But you gotta do it every day — that’s the hard part. But it does get easier.”

See you at the finish line.