Twenty, seriously

I am exhausted. Completely and utterly tired. I have been pretty consistent with my training over the past 15 weeks, running three times in the week and a long run during the weekend (if you are interested in the training schedule, see the link on the right). But this week I have found it hard to do five miles, let alone 10, and the prospect of facing the 20 miles on Monday is well, overwhelming.

It could be the humidity, coupled with the the constant sweating (another nice training side-effect)...or just the sharp unavoidable fear of spending nearly five hours running on Monday. FIVE HOURS!

I could watch two movies, fly to California, sleep, do my taxes, do laundry AND clean the house...think of what you could do in five hours (yeah, exactly).

I just don't feel prepared. Kate, Catherine and I have noticed this strange phenomenon, whereby we finish running ridiculous distances, only to feel like we really didn't complete our task. My theory is that your mind simply cannot wrap itself around anything over...nine. I say nine, because that is my uh-oh mile. That is when I really start to struggle and wonder if I am going to have to walk the rest of the way. When I run 10, I only feel the disappointment that the last mile was bad. After nine, well, I think your body stops counting.

Think of me on Monday morning, I'll be running.