24 Days and Counting - Wednesday, December 14th

I had a rough day today. I overslept this morning. I woke up at 7 and my class starts at 8. Eeek!!! Today I ate nothing but junk and leftovers from last night's book club. I struggled to stay awake in class. I'm breaking out. I feel fat and I'm moody. Twice I bit the inside of my cheek and it huuuuurrrrrrrrttttt. I think I drew blood. I ended up not running this evening. It was too cold to run out side – below freezing all day. So, I tried to run at the gym, but I was tired, annoyed and unmotivated. I forgot to put socks in my gym bag and I developed a small cramp after 5 minutes of running probably because I barely warmed up or stretched. I could have run through it, but I didn't feel like it. I tend to let the smallest excuses convince me to take a break. Not a good attitude less than 24 days before the race. I ended up leaving the gym during the height of rush hour. It took me 1 hour and 20 minutes to get home, even though I was at a gym that was 25 minutes from my house. I came home and managed to get some work done on Al's Christmas gift. Then I went to bed.

I can't wait until the race is over, so I can stop thinking about it. It's the first thing on my mind when I wake up. I think about it all day. And it's the last thing on my mind when I goto bed at night. I have this imaginary gremlin on my back all the time that keeps telling me that I need to train. I need to train harder. The race is 24 days away. You're eating too much junk. You haven't run more than a 10K in over a month. You're going to fail. It's driving me crazy

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