Then I had a conversation with my husband. In one of his (rare ;-) moments of insight, he told me to be patient. That I've now been running, biking, climbing, and an athlete (I have such an issue considering myself as such) for 20 years now. That I know damned well I can get it back. Just be patient. Now, that has never been my strong suit. ESPECIALLY not with myself.
I realized he had a point. And (gasp!) he was right. I thought some things through, decided to bail out on the running race that I didn't have a prayer of finishing upright, and give somebody on the wait list that truly deserved the spot a chance. Made me feel better, actually.
That was two weeks ago. And damned if I don't suddenly have the motivation to go out and just run again.
And ride my bike, for that matter.... Patience, people!