I think I have a new twist to the fear of failure issue: I'm uncomfortable with succeeding. I find it uncomfortable that my body can do run and do tough work out programmes. After saying online ( not this site) that I worked out ten days in a row, I got a reply saying I was a machine, and it freaked me out. I didn't work out for a week and ate ice cream three days that week, a strange emotional response to that compliment. Not because I wanted ice cream and in fact I wanted to work out, but because I felt like I was the type of person to not work out and eat ice cream frequently.
I feel so stupid when I'm training for my 5k, because in my head there's a voice that says: You're not a person who should be doing these kind of things. It's so shocking to me when my work out is going good. At present time I don't have a scale so I use a tape measurement, and I discovered I lost 1 cm around the waist in 6 days. And I was like: I'm not a person which stuff like that should happen so easily to and in such a short amount of time.