Last night I awoke from sleeping three times about this Sunday's marathon.
In a cold sweat.
I am not sure why I am so nervous, but I am. I just don't really have a good feeling inside. Which bums me out.
I had a conversation with a friend of mine yesterday about all of my frustration with running. I am tired of feeling like five miles is not what I need to do. That I am never doing enough. That I am not getting faster because I do not have the mad athletic skills to keep running for twenty six point two miles going any faster than what I have done.
Plus, I still have ten extra pounds.
Plus, I (we) really want to have another baby.
I think that I may be making some adjustments to my overall goal after this marathon.
That makes me feel like a failure.