and the journey continues

I am a stress case. I am sure anyone who know me can appreciate how I get. The past week I have spent trying to read through horrible works of graduate students. All the while I am thinking about my running schedule. I have exactly 31 days until the Disney Princess Half Marathon Weekend. I am stressing (of course!) because I feel unprepared. Why it matters if I finish in 2 hours, 20 minutes like I did in my first half, but it does. I tell myself it is all about the fun, all about the experience, all about running with my friend, but that is all a lie. I know that it matters. So... I run. I run as often as possible. I run on the dreaded treadmill (or dreadmill as Marlene called it yesterday) because I now have this little 4 year old sidekick. I miss my carefree runs in Hawaii where I could enjoy the outdoors. While I run, I worry and stress. Not fast enough. Not far enough. Never enough. I drive myself crazy. Oh well. I am probably neurotic. So I run...